nobody's sure

My family is not well. Tristan is sick. Parker won't sleep. I'm tired and i just want more than fifteen minutes alone.

It seems like so much to ask. Fifteen minutes. I could tell you so much.

So many words left unsaid.

But, tristan is not well. And she's big. She's nine.

I snuggled in beside her tonight, rubbing her sore tummy. Noticing that as we spooned together her feet hit my ankle.

I rubbed her sore belly, told her that i loved her and everything would be okay.

I can't remember the last time i climbed into bed with her. When shane goes away she sleeps with me and parker. Replaces shane. Poor girl.

Where has my life gone? How is it that i have this gigantic, beautiful girl, with the long brown hair snuggled up beside me.

How come i am so lucky?

Posted by Jess at 11:10 PM Permalink

Comments (9)

wordgirl

It's a wonder, isn't it? How quickly time goes by. What a miracle it is to have kids who love you and grow to be even bigger kids who...somehow...still love you.

Posted by wordgirl | September 27, 2006 06:26 AM

sweetney

wow. that was lovely.

Posted by sweetney | September 27, 2006 08:40 AM

crunchy carpets

Your lovely girl will always be your baby.

And the fifteen minutes thing?

Nobody is sick here and I CRAVE fifteen minutes alone.

Just 15 minutes to read a book and have NO ONE clamouring for me.

Is that bad?

Posted by crunchy carpets | September 27, 2006 11:24 AM

ade

Wow, it doesn't seem that long ago that you were pregnant with her and she was late...and we were all so excited to meet her...

Posted by ade | September 27, 2006 12:59 PM

Chair

I'm 32 and still don't feel like a very big girl sometimes. I need to be cuddled when I don't feel well.

Posted by Chair | September 27, 2006 01:39 PM

marian

Wait til your boys are big enough to pick you up and swing you around.

We're all lucky, and we're all unlucky. It's all how you look at it. Hang in there, Jess.

Posted by marian | September 28, 2006 06:21 AM

Elizabeth

Oh, I can so sympathize with you right now. Kaitlyn's got an ear infection, Ryan's got a chest cold, Nathan is, well, Nathan. I pulled him into my lap last night for a hug, and realized just how big he is. Ryan will be ten on Monday and is a quarter-inch shorter than me!

Lucky is barely a strong enough word to describe it.

Posted by Elizabeth | September 28, 2006 10:46 AM

mrs darling

I was jsut watching my nienyear old daughter dancing on the curb and wondering the same thing; how dothey get so big? Where does the time go? Have I done my best by her? What will be her memories of childhood? I'm always questioning stuff like that.

Posted by mrs darling | September 28, 2006 02:44 PM

mrs darling

wow sorry about all the typos. I even have my blog url wrong on that post. I just woke up and I guess I'm not with it yet!

Posted by mrs darling | September 28, 2006 02:46 PM