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Quiet
How quietly he sleeps
Clasped to her unquiet heart.
A prospective client brought her son to her appointment because she had no one to watch him. It was just after lunchtime and the little boy twisted and fussed in the universal language of a tired toddler. We don't have real comfy nap spots in our conference room (believe me, I know), but he finally conked out in his mother's arms.
It seemed strange he could rest so soundly against a woman who was scrambling to pick up the pieces of the life his father had blown up. To me she was a frightened girl reaching out from the bog she was sinking into; to her son she was a storm wall that kept the howling world from him. I found myself wondering, what price do parents pay to create that circle of peace in their arms?
Clasped to her unquiet heart.
A prospective client brought her son to her appointment because she had no one to watch him. It was just after lunchtime and the little boy twisted and fussed in the universal language of a tired toddler. We don't have real comfy nap spots in our conference room (believe me, I know), but he finally conked out in his mother's arms.
It seemed strange he could rest so soundly against a woman who was scrambling to pick up the pieces of the life his father had blown up. To me she was a frightened girl reaching out from the bog she was sinking into; to her son she was a storm wall that kept the howling world from him. I found myself wondering, what price do parents pay to create that circle of peace in their arms?