this morning as i put clean sheets out and made beds, i started to think what a loving act making a bed for a child is.
as i carefully tucked corners, i infused them with heartfelt wishes. as i folded over the top sheet i mused at what dreams may come to life as the sheet wraps her warmth around my little ones. and as i laid out the pillows, i whispered 'i love you' so that those words drift into dreams along with my sons.
lately, i have been realizing that motherhood isn't so much about the 'big acts' but more so these simple ones. these moments, of being completely present, of setting a clear intention...maybe they are just small moments, meaningless in the string of moments that will be the journey of my mothering - but they are meaningful to me in the end.
**to my own little birds...**
