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(Catching up on my Words & Pictures. ‘Little Things’ was Pip’s writing and photo prompt two weeks ago. The timing was perfect and imperfect. Perfect, for it was the week of Nicky’s birthday. Imperfect, because it was the week of our move. Now, I feel ready to give the subject its due.)
Nine years ago, little things ruled my world. The central little thing was under two pounds, living down the road in the hospital, breathing with the aid of a CPAP, keeping warm with the aid of an incubator, eating with the aid of a tube through his tiny navel, surrounded by other little things.
Little things, like micro-preemie diapers, the size of my palm, which were still too large for him. They covered him midway up his chest unless we folded them down.
Little things, like disposable cameras we left by his isolette, always ready to catch a Kodak moment.
Little things, like the hour each day we got to hold him…once he was ten days old and stable enough for holding.
Little things, like the cc’s we would use to measure his food intake for many more months.
Little things, like the bear Juli bought me when I told her I was pregnant – the bear that now fits in the palm of his hand.
Little things, like the cradle my grandfather made for me twenty-five years before, taking its place in a nursery we would put together in between visits to the hospital.
So many little things dominating our new little family.
And now, the little things are not so physical. They are the little things a mother notices about her son, when she can go weeks (and sometimes months) without remembering how little the other things used to be.
Little things, like his compassion, his willingness to eat salad, his love of Star Wars, his friendship with his little brother, his trust that everyone tells the truth, his acceptance of the things that make him different and his ability to work around them.
Happy 9th Birthday, my big little man.
My issue of Interweave Crochet came today, and there was a familiar face on page 8!
Lookie here!
Last summer, I was asked to write the Atlanta edition of IC’s Crochet Around Town feature. I can’t tell you how excited I was to combine two of my loves: crochet and writing. Not only did I get to share some of the great yarn shops in Atlanta, I was able to show off some of my other favorite things in the city. (The Shakespeare Tavern probably tops my list there. What a great evening that place provides!)
I have been sitting on pins and needles since the IC preview was put up last week, waiting for my copy. Now I guess I’ll have to go to the bookstore and buy a copy to keep pristine in my writing files, because there are a few patterns in the issue that I simply must make.
Thanks to Jason for the photo, and to j. – my favorite editor – for the ripping and rearranging of my draft and the inspiration for the opening hook. (Ha! Pun not intended but not deleted, because I do love a good pun.)
I love writing prompts. (Thanks to Pip!)
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I lie in bed, encased in sheets and down,
while raindrops hit the roof and window pane,
and warmth that only early morning brings
when snuggled under well-loved comfy quilt
The radio, it clicks most softly on
to add to rainfall’s soothing, rhythmic song
The sun has not yet risen from its bed
not day nor night, but somehow in between
A child I am, my world a close cocoon
the rain plays back-up for the radio
while Eddie Rabbit sings of Rainy Nights
and I resist the need to start my day
A memory is forming while I doze
Years later, I am stumped when I recall
Was this one morning’s coziness I felt
Or many rainy days rolled into one?
©2009 AimeeWrites
