Night prayer.


I found you again, in the space between bedtime and sleep. Nestled between my legs, the baby that you were and the mother I became.

Oh but stay small, little one!

Shadows of the years play out in memory across the walls. The shape of toys past, nothing now but a trick of the light. The morse code of a dog, barking warning into the night that we too will grow old, and time will not wait.

In this stillness, I find myself, again.

But I am different now. No longer new, the years change us mothers too. Where once I rocked you to sleep, now you read to me while I wonder what the future will bring. A time when you don’t need me so? A time to come when I long for this quiet, calm pause; where I see myself clearly, laid bare wrapped up in you. There’s a last time for everything, slipping by unheeded. But surely not yet, for I am not ready.

And the silent stars go by.




9 Comments Add yours

  1. babbitman says:

    Very nice. Just got eldest back from uni for Easter, but she’s still my little fluff.


    1. Lindsay says:

      Thanks, university seems a long way off but I know it will come too quickly

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  2. Tamz says:

    Stop! Stop growing up so fast. Love, love this


  3. This brought a tear to my eyes. Beautiful words.


    1. Lindsay says:

      Thank you. I think everyone has moments like these at some point.


  4. Alan dad says:

    My baby girls are coming 17 & 15 – I love it and hate it. Time is way too quick.


    1. Lindsay says:

      Yes. Having children just broke the normal passing of time for me. It goes way too quick!


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