Seven years have passed, babyhood has swiftly become childhood. I love my little seven year-old.
And at such a time in her childhood, I am so grateful to begin and savor babyhood once more.
I am so fulfilled that my mommy-and-me playgroup crafts and dances with postnatal grace among the nursing, eating, discussing, cooing, crying and spitting-up.
We dyed playsilks this week, and it is so nice to create what will become a treasured keepsake, a sense memory one day, of the fleeting time when our children were babies.
My seven year-old has taught me that one day these silks will become the roof of a fort, mermaid tail, or a fairy's cape. Today they are a teething toy, peek-a-boo game, and a colorful cave, a wormhole into a quiet world for just baby and me.