I am here.

As the waves lick the back of our necks, we let ourselves, just for a moment, be suspended in a big briny cradle.  You and I are pulled down and popped back up by the sea and I marvel at your tricks, at my buoyancy.

"Look Mama, that wave pushed me right over."
"I saw that."
"Watch out, here's a big one."
"Oh no, that wasn't a big one, here comes another one."

As the waves lap around our heads, I silently plead with you, "I am here.  I am right here.  I am paying attention. Please forgive me for all the future times I'll be distracted. I am right here."


  1. a very constant sort-of prayer from mamas, i think ... very constant....


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