Queenie's cowgirl doll experienced a loss of her lower limb at the knee today. She immediately brought her to me, set up a hospital bed (car seat carrier), made a genius bandage out of notebook paper, and hung a sign outside of her "hospital room" saying "Herting pashunt. Bring love". She asked me what I thought and I told her I thought love was the best medicine to which she replied "Well yes mom, anyone can get better with love". I wish I could make copies of her sign and hang it outside all the patients' rooms this week at clinical...such a big heart, my Queenie...

Younger mother...young son

I loved this little boy once. He had the softest curls and cries.

His whole world was in the backyard and it was as large as the universe

And it was in his hands when they held my face every night while he slept.

He was my shadow in light or absence of light and his own shadow adored him too.

He could make himself curl, twist, burst through the boredom in the air into

Sparkles of raspy laughter and hugs.

Vibrant colors of love emanated outward and through everyone and everything

And “mama, you are a beautiful queen” made my cheeks flush and my heart rush

And my thanks rise to heaven.

Strong hands and mind, strong beyond his years and fears. Strength that worried and

Dazzled and changed me.

Our Spirits are tangled up and our hearts are coexisting and our Master’s plan was

Right all along.

I had to be his young mother…and he, my young son. 

To Tate.