I link up with Lisa-Jo on Fridays for a writing flash mob…throwing caution to the wind and gathering to share what a few minutes of free writing can buy.
Today’s topic: REST
It’s time for bed and every night after he gets his PJs on, he grabs The Book — the dinosaur book that used to be his daddy’s — and shuffle-skips over to me with it. I fake a groan which delights him to no end and I sit on the floor leaning against the bed with my legs extended all the way. He climbs onto them and curls into my lap and rests his mussed head against my chest.
And I sing-song the book the whole way through.
At the end of the day when we’re all finally allowed to be lazy, she grabs my fuzzy blanket and hurries over to me before he can. I’m in My Chair and she climbs into my lap and all 9 years of her are so tall that I can’t see anything unless she lays her head to one side. But she’s too squirmy and is never still and so we keep bumping noses and heads.
And then finally we find our groove and sit together until my lap falls asleep.
What is it about The Lap? At some point every single day they want to crawl up and have Their Time. No matter how fast they grow up, they never outgrow this lap — this place of comfort and solace and rest.
This place where a Mama’s love abounds regardless of the barking of orders or nagging or failures I had that day.
This place they want to curl up at day’s end knowing that despite all of it, my love has not wavered even one iota.
I still need The Lap, too, and maybe I need to be more like my little children and just crawl up into it at the end of every day. (tweet)
That place where a Daddy’s love abounds regardless of my failures.
That place I can curl up and end the day knowing that despite it all, His love has not wavered even one iota.
His lap. God’s lap. The lap of a thousand miles where His legs never fall asleep.