…is what I hear all day and I love it!! The sound of my daughter calling me, or asking me for something or asking me to do something…the tone of the “mum” changes with the need or the moment. If the sound of her voice were something I could physically wrap myself in I would never take it off. 100 degree…I wouldn’t care.
For the past 432 days I have nursed my daughter at bedtime. Tonight was the first time I didn’t…I feel excited (to start to have my body back to myself), relieved (I’ve been trying to wean her and was a bit worried about going about it), and proud (that she’s growing up). I also feel completely freaked out, sad and strangely lonely. Onto the next phase but I’m soooo going to miss this one. I’m not saying last night was the last for good but it’s the beginning…
In the grand scheme of things is this important…no. Will it make a difference to the gulf, to wars being fought, to anyone but me, no. But in my grand scheme it’s huge and I feel “full” with emotion. The only place to put it is in my knitting.
Each stitch so full… I started this sweater for her last night. I guess I felt this coming. I’m going to go knit and be quiet now.
