Happy Thoughts from a Mother’s Five Senses

IMG_1691The sound of my children getting into the car each day after school, dropping backpacks and instruments and sighs.

Or arriving home from a day away, leaving money or keys on the counter. Or sliding barefooted into the kitchen with hunger in their eyes, seeking to fill those empty bowls.

Their grumpy good mornings and sleepy-faced yawns, still adorable to me after all these years.

And their laughter, bubbling forth from tickle fights or Nerf wars, wrestling matches or backyard races, table games or corny conversations.

IMG_6525The music they create. Banjo, piano, violin. Guitar, trombone, harmonica, and anything they can turn into drums.

Or the songs they play through ipods or record players, stereos or computers. At times, loud enough to shake the house; at others, soft enough to soothe the spirit.

The smell of their hair, no longer scented with baby shampoo but gelled and conditioned. It is the smell of my own heart growing wild and free.

IMG_0467Or the scent of old shoes piled at the door; or muddy clothes from a day in the woods; or popped fireworks, smoldering after late night explosions of joy. All strong. All good. All proof that my children are alive and well and moving through this wonderful world.

The warmth of their hugs and snuggles and kisses, more rare now than when they would resist leaving my side, but still a gift that swells my soul.

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Their gentle shoves, fist bumps, high fives, and hip snips. Their teenage ways of showing affection when bear hugs and butterfly kisses seem too much.

The family movie nights under covers, when popcorn and comedy release restraints.

 

 

pincone babyThe tender taste of their ideas, bubbling forth from sprouting minds. Yes, I swallow each delicious bite they offer me. Their thoughts, their feelings, their fears, their hopes and dreams. I am hungry to know it all, and I am grateful to receive the servings they share.

 

The sight of their beautiful smiles, delighted and genuine, a dose of God’s grace each time I see them.

IMG_1939The string of debris left in their wakes, transitioned from stuffed animals and matchbox cars, to legos and treasures of rocks, sticks, feathers, and nests. Now a scattering of school books, lunch boxes, and water bottles. Science fair projects and ticket stubs, posters and photos, to-do lists and permission slips.

The weight of their spirits, soaring with me through this life. And the hope they offer with every single inhale. Exhale. Heartbeat. Pulse.

 

All reminders that we have each other, and that this is a love beyond limits.

A love beyond love.

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Julie Cantrell

New York Times bestselling author at David C. Cook
Julie Cantrell is a tree-hugging organic-farm girl and mother of two who happened into a mid-life adventure as a novelist. She's having fun parenting, writing, teaching, speaking, and living the dream.

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  1. Lisa Wingate says

    “All reminders that we have each other, and that this is a love beyond limits.
    A love beyond love.”

    Truth. That’s all I can say.

    Now that mine are off into the world, I miss the little everyday sounds and scraps of their comings and goings.

    Hugs, Julie. You are blessed to know it while it is happening.

    Lisa

  2. Melanie Backus says

    Good afternoon, my friend! Like Lisa said, “You are blessed to know it while it is happening.” These times with your children at home are so special and I can go on to say now, that grandchildren fill your heart in ways you didn’t know could be filled. When you think you couldn’t love more than you do right now, believe me, it happens. I always wanted to be a mother as I couldn’t think of anything greater. Now, being a grandmother is pure love each and every day.

    • Julie Cantrell says

      Melanie, it may sound silly…but I have always looked forward to my grandmothering days. I can’t wait to have JuJu Camp and just be super silly with them! I’m so glad you get to enjoy all those fun moments with your grands. j

  3. Shellie says

    “Their gentle shoves, fist bumps, high fives, and hip snips. Their teenage ways of showing affection when bear hugs and butterfly kisses seem too much. ”

    Gorgeous words, Julie! It’s heartwarming to see someone savoring the rare beauty of everyday mmments.

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