little legs under the covers
some time in the thick of the darkness, those little legs climbed into our bed. he was sneezing, he told us, in his own bed. too much cat curled on his covers.
he was warm. he was soft. he was tender.
all night his sweet little self rolled up against me. we draped over each other, limb over limb, arm around middle.
it is like incubating all through the night. it is, i pray, seeping the best of us into each other.
my little boy, by day, can be, um, a bit of a handful. he’s the youngest by far of anyone around. so he makes up for it with whatever plot he can imagine. we want a dinner conversation. he takes to under the table. we say turn off the tv. he darts down to the basement where he thinks we’ve forgotten there’s yet another tiny screen lurking.
but, by night, the boy is a cuddler. the boy is soft. the boy is utterly tender.
he said something in his sleep last night. something about God. i haven’t a clue of the rest of the story. but i know for a moment he was talking to God.
as i lay there beside him, drinking in the tender side of the boy, of the night, i marveled at how it was that he knew that this particular night, more than many, i needed the gift of the boy with the legs under the covers.
there won’t be many more nights when our bed is his refuge. little legs get big, forget the way in the dark into the room with the extra-thick covers.
but for now, there’s a boy, there’s a bed, there’s a mother. and she is softer this morning for the long night with the soft roll beside her.
Today would have been my mother’s 78th birthday. I wish you many more nights of legs under the covers. I still enjoy nights with little legs but it has been ten years since I could be the cuddler for her. BAM, it’s been many years since we’ve spoken, but this blog brings you back to my home and me to your table. I still have the menu you made for me one Christmas dinner I spent so far from home, thanks for that and for sharing your musings. We need to catch up….
My little seven year old daughter Joey still loves to snuggle up in what she calls my ‘big squooshy bed’ under the layers of down with me. I hope I never take these days for granted because they are gone far too soon.
hey barbie! as i sit here in my moment of why me. i got such a joy out of reading your blog!! thank you i needed that to wake me up! i get so much joy when i see you at the jewel. i know when you say ” how are u’ u really mean that. you are so easy to talk to. not having kids and pushing 40 very soon is very scary!! i wonder if that joy will ever come but all i can do is pray about it. however i get such joy of seeing the kids that come through the jewel. to see teddy know it is so funny to me. i remember him as a bay with the perfect round bald head. that is now covered with beautiful curls.anyway thank you for being a wonderful ,warm, loving person.
fabulous picture and commentary! turn this into a book, please.