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It Feels Like Home in Your Arms

It Feels Like Home in Your Arms

It’s been a beautiful fall, my very favorite season, and my children and I have spent much of it walking and collecting acorns. The crisp weather seems to carry with it the air of possibility and the breeze seems to be the harbinger of change. With the shifts of the season, the fall season has brought many other changes.

My son is now a kindergartner. The baby is talking up a storm, and while she doesn’t sleep well, now, she only sleeps if she’s in our bed. My husband and I are both adjusting to changes in our work and home—new positions, places, classes.  

It’s been exhilarating and exhausting, all at the same time in that oxymoronic and wonderful way that motherhood always is.

Lately, my son has been crawling into my arms a few times a day and letting me hold him.  His legs are getting so long and while I can still pick him up and carry him, my arms quickly tire under his newfound weight—the weight of a boy who just turned six. These days of carrying him are slowly coming to a close, much like the winter that looms after the crispness of fall, the leaves falling from the trees in shades of amber and rust… So, instead of carrying him around, he crawls into my lap.

When he finds his spot in my lap, like he has for many years, he draws his arms around my neck and we sit like that, and I rock him back and forth like a baby. We laugh and snuggle until his little sister toddles over, climbs on him, and we make room for her to join in our rocking hug. But for a minute or so, in the times we have alone, it’s just the two of us, lost in our embrace.

Today, in a teasing tone, I asked him why he wanted me to hold him so much. He leaned back, his blonde temples made blonder by the light in from the back window, his gray eyes, serious. Then, he leaned in and said, “It’s because your arms feel like home.” My heart melted at the poetry in his words, this boy who has stolen my heart. To me, there is no better compliment. There is no greater gift, job, or purpose than for my arms to be his home.

We rocked a bit more and then I whispered to him, “Your arms feel like my home, too.”

Sweet child, my arms will be your home, now and forever. And your arms, well, they’re my home, too.

Your arms take me back to the little girl, running through the woods, the green moss the carpet under her bare feet.

Your arms make me remember dressing up in a pinafore dress to sit in the garden and make believe I was having a tea party, all by myself.

Your arms remind me of dirt roads and hazy sun, my bike cutting its way through the breeze.

Your arms make me feel strong and invincible again, like I felt long ago, jumping over logs as I ran in the pasture.

Your arms remind me that I am brave, just like you. Life can be hard, but with your arms around my neck, I forget all of my worries.

Your arms are crisp air and clear skies, under a blanket of stars, right by my favorite lake—the one I always visited with your dad when we were teenagers.

Your arms are the possibilities ahead, the future that awaits us both.

From my arms, you leave the world to explore, to see, to go on your grand adventure. But your arms remind me of who I once was and who I want to be.

So, I open my arms today: to new possibilities, new chances, new beginnings, and new endings. And I’m so happy my arms are your home.

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October 2015 - Beauty
Our partner this month is simply - Changing the Face of Beauty
Categories: Elementary School

Kara Lawler

Mostly a mother, wife, and English teacher, Kara writes about the divide that is mothering her children while still mothering her spirit and the sacred. Kara writes on her own blog, Mothering The Divide, and for The Huffington Post . She's been featured on the social media sites for the Today Show and has been published on Parenting.com, Mamapedia, Mamalode, The Mid, and Scary Mommy. Come, join Kara's tribe on Facebook.
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