They draw often, my children. They both love it and for Mr 5 in particular it is his peaceful place. When he is overwhelmed it is a place to which he quietly retreats and centres himself. That he knows how and when to do that makes me proud.
Of late, I have thought much about the (willing) sacrifice of mama-hood. It’s been a discussion point with friends. For me at least it is a dance of trying to find the quiet I need on occasion with the needs of my boys. Their seemingly boundless energy is something I have learned I can’t keep up with though I do try.
Sometimes though, there are moments where it is clear to me how much my little men show love in their own way.
Today they conspired to draw what is pictured above as I hung washing. “Come Mama, we did this for you!”
An offering for me. An offering of love.