Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Celebrating Christmas: Peace on Earth

Gently, the baby slumbering in her arms stirs in the sleepy shadows of 2 a.m.

She wonders if he's been stirring for longer than she realized; she'd been in a deep sleep, exhausted from the past few days filled with trudging through crowds, giving birth and meeting her new little one's needs.

Her son nuzzles her arm, his little mouth searching for milk a little more frantically than just a few seconds ago.

She turns his head toward her, sweeps his small body closer to her breast and deftly helps him secure a perfect latch, praying he falls back asleep quickly so she, too, can return to rest.

As he nuzzles his head into her chest, he nurses with intent.

The milk begins flowing, and his small hands relax against her stomach.

His breathing calms.

His legs rest against her body, while he quietly swallows, sucks and sighs in a sweet nursing song.

Her own heartbeat slows, muscles relax, comforted by his comfort.

She sweeps her hand through his thick, dark hair, exhales a soft breath of contentment onto his small head.

The thoughts filled with the past few day's events fade, and she revels in the peace that has swept over her body.

Unimaginable peace brought about by a baby, she muses in her mind, in the midst of a starry night.

Hope unexpected.

Peace on Earth.

Comments are closed so as to take less of your precious Advent time. Reposted from Dec. 14, 2010


  1. I'm posting anyways girly. I pray you are doing OK and managing this very difficult time. I'm here if you need me. And know he's smiling down on you so proud of you and all you have done and will do. Virtual ((hugs))that I know don't replace a daddy's arms, but I hope offer comfort all the same.

  2. This is a lovely peace with sentiments sincered to fit into the motherly code of conduct, which is a breast above to comfort love that flew and grew and ensue renew!

    Sorry to be cryptic, but I like to philosophise on occassion.

    A mothers' love I cherish, and find warmth in a comforting embrace to while away the chills of past ills!

    Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

  3. Love it. It is so beautiful and so true.

  4. This warms my heart and brings me back to the days of my little ones relying on me and bringing me comfort in their comfort. It is still like that, but in oh so different ways, and I never want to forget what it felt like to have them that close, that way. I'm rambling, but I also want to tell you I hope you are feeling ok. I've been thinking about your well being the past couple of days, and hoping you are getting better.

    Happy holidays, my friend.

  5. Thanks for sharing, beautiful, captured my nightly routine with my babies. words can be so beautiful.


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