Friday, January 28, 2011

Love You Forever

Worship music dims with the ring of the phone. My youngest grown son on the other end.

"How are you today?" I genuinely desire to know. This season's conversations come in snippets of time between his work and classes.

Not, "Doing fine, Mom." Not the voice with high energy of the ADHD, but the croak of, "Can you call the doctor? Not doing great."

I ask about fever, coughs, sore throat, and body aches. "I'm headed to your house now..." And I hear, "No. You don't want to catch this, Mom. Seriously."

... and pictures of bygone days slip into my mind and heart. Rocking fevered hot babies, chicken soup steaming and tea kettles whistling. Washing sweat-saturated sheets. And again, rocking fevered hot child. Never mind he is grown, my arms still long to care. Hands long to wipe the brow.

Still longing, I remember, Love You Forever. A book on the memory shelf. I hold it close, the cover smooth with wear, and I smile. I remember you. Silly book really, but it captures my remembering, yearning, mothering heart.

and I read...

If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang: I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as I'm living my baby you'll be. ~Love You Forever by Robert Munsch


nettie-fudge said...

Such sweet words. Enjoyed!! Will return often to step back from chaos to linger with you, my friend.

Sharen Watson said...

Thank you, Janetta :-) So good to see your smiling face here. Looking forward to lingering with you here. Hoping all is well with you, the job, the house, the hubby... etc. Love you!