And then the song is over. I ruffle his hair, Ok, time to get up! And off he bounces.
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Routine. I have mentioned it before. I will mention it again. ... It rules my life. It isn't a bad thing. It is security. Like a nice warm blanket. Or a cup of hot tea. Soothing to the soul.
Every morning is the same because he needs it to be. Every morning is a reminder that this is forever. That in this family there is love and snuggles and kisses and giggles. A shared life of wonderful little moments. In this family there is safety.
Connections are born in the everyday. We don't love the stranger we passed on the street. We love the faces we see every day. Big moments happen, but small moments are reality. They are the building blocks of everything to come.
Secure in love, or not. Adopted, fostered or biological. Every child needs the warmth of deep love. Love that they can't understand, but rest in.
Find a way to connect. Sing a silly song. Dance a crazy dance. Do something. Do anything! Not for your need. But for theirs.
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Oh Friend, love this post, and love your special mommy song for "M" so sweet. Hugs!
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DeleteThanks for the wonderful reminder. Your little M is one special fella!
ReplyDeleteYes he is. :)
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