Posts Tagged ‘Mother’s Prayer’



Outdoor table set for breakfastWhen being a mother is like a prayer…  

That first 1 a.m. morning I awoke to my infant son’s cries, stupid sleepy but grinning from ear to ear.  Yes, this was motherhood.  

Fast forward so many years, now to breakfast this morning.  Cold water washing greens, fingers touch the cool handle of a knife to slice the plumpness of a strawberry in half.   Now whisking the eggs … I am held suspended inside this prayer right now, and my undivided attention to it is what makes this tender space between this and that, so sacred.

There are not enough words to describe the sacredness of breakfast, first nourishment of the day and especially the ones we make for our children.

Eggs spill out into an already warmed pan.  Grasping the handle while I add the spinach and the cheese.  Aroma enters this sacred temple, too.

For another day I have been loaned life and life with my children.  I fully take in the holiness of this moment.

I prepare a place at the table for us.  I want to cradle them with this food, and tell them this love will never end. 

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