Today was an exceptionally hard day because Maximilien is transitioning from two naps to one. I know it seems small but nap time has always been a very integral part of our everyday life. Along with the physical fatigue of trying to keep up with an over tired baby, my heart was aching because I've been missing my mom a lot lately. I really, really needed to call her and just simply tell her how hard today was and to hear her reassuring words.
When I miss her the most, I curl up with the wedding afghan she knit for Julien and I and sit quietly and think about her. I get lost in my thoughts remembering everyday conversations that we had. I focus in on her voice and intonation and it brings me comfort. I study the stitch patterns of the afghan and I can see her knitting. Her hands moving over the yarn and the click of her needles. I grasp the wool of the afghan and I can feel her presence though not the physical presence I so desperately yearn for, I can feel her spiritual presence and this brings me peace.