Tonight I rocked Tess to sleep. I don’t care what the “Experts” say, I enjoy it, Tessa loves it, and thus we rock.
I don’t know if words can do justice to the feeling a mother has when she rocks her bambino to sleep. How does one explain the ache that her heart feels when she holds her baby snug against her body?
How does a mother explain the way her baby’s scent makes her feel intoxicated with a need to protect this small creature? What words convey the warmth of a small cheek pressed into your bosom?
Can only another mother grasp what a momma feels when she blissfully sighs at the very thought of her baby? Can only another mother envision the beauty of the cherub features she gazes down upon; button nose, cupids bow of the lips, long soft lashes?
What words express the velvety coolness of the chubby cheek that magnetically draws your fingertips? What song mimics the rhythm that evolves from the rocking chair and the tempo of mother’s and baby’s breathing; intertwining to create a lullaby that lulls both bodies to sleep?
There is only one word.
I don’t know if words can do justice to the feeling a mother has when she rocks her bambino to sleep. How does one explain the ache that her heart feels when she holds her baby snug against her body?
How does a mother explain the way her baby’s scent makes her feel intoxicated with a need to protect this small creature? What words convey the warmth of a small cheek pressed into your bosom?
Can only another mother grasp what a momma feels when she blissfully sighs at the very thought of her baby? Can only another mother envision the beauty of the cherub features she gazes down upon; button nose, cupids bow of the lips, long soft lashes?
What words express the velvety coolness of the chubby cheek that magnetically draws your fingertips? What song mimics the rhythm that evolves from the rocking chair and the tempo of mother’s and baby’s breathing; intertwining to create a lullaby that lulls both bodies to sleep?
There is only one word.
Love.
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