Wednesday, February 08, 2006

The Little Things

There are days I long for the BIG things.
I want to sit in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower, sipping wine, devouring poetry.
I want to leisurely stroll down the narrow streets of Italy.
I want to walk across a stage in a crowded auditorium, wave at my son in the crowd, then accept my PhD.
I want to sit in a dim cafe and read my poetry to applauding strangers.
I want to see my words published, glorious black print on smiling white pages.

But, on days like these, days in which I've spent the day in bed beside my sick child, listening to his steady breathing,
days in which I've held his fevered head in my lap,
days in which I've done little more than watch and wait,
on days like these I'll take the little things--
a back rub to ease my straining muscles,
the precious solitude of a long hot bath,
the sheets washed, the bed made,
a cup of fragrant tea,
and most of all,
seeing my son's smile return,
because after days like these,
the small things
really are BIG.


Blogger acumamakiki said...

There's nothing like a sick child to bring it all into perspective.

7:18 PM  
Blogger dani said...

oh michelle - glad to know he's feeling better. and i really do hope one day soon, you'll see your own word in print in a book that's been published and you're at a bookstore doing a reading from that book - that's what i hope for you.

8:09 PM  
Blogger *aimee* said...

Wow...thank you!!!

8:48 PM  
Blogger liz elayne said...

yes yes yes.
i hope he feels better and that you take care of yourself too.

9:06 PM  
Blogger Deb R said...

Hope Britton is all better (and that you got your bath and tea and back rub).

9:08 PM  
Blogger Alexandra S said...

What a poignant post. It brought back really loving memories of my mother taking care of me when I was young that I had truly forgotten. I'm glad to hear your son is feeling better. Take good care of both of you.

9:50 PM  
Blogger Laini Taylor said...

Beautifully written -- that post is a poem. So much captured in such spare elegant writing!

10:08 PM  
Blogger Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

Thank you for sharing your moments with us... big or small they are, deep and meaningful.

1:11 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You make the world beautiful with your words.

1:50 AM  
Blogger Connie and Rob said...

That was excellent and we so need to be reminded of that often.


6:27 AM  
Blogger Heather said...

I LOVE this, this is something I would hang on my wall, it's so beautiful and so so true. Love it!!!

7:36 AM  
Blogger gkgirl said...

so true...
so true...

8:08 AM  
Blogger Maya Stein said...

"days in which I've done little more than watch and wait"

Michelle - If this doesn't so perfectly describe the life of a writer, I don't know what else could. There ARE those days, those days when we simply are meant t pay attention, when it's all in the details, when it might seem like nothing whatsoever is happening and yet, indeed, something inside of us is percolating, growing, preparing to announcing itself...a poem on the verge of birthing, perhaps, a character, a line, a scene, anything...I think that wait is one of the more arduous aspects of writing, and yet so vital to creation.

Thanks for reminding us...

9:46 AM  
Blogger twistedsoda said...

...its always the small things! Thanks for the reminder!

11:11 AM  
Blogger melba said...

After reading your post for SPT and then this one it really made me think of our responsibility as Mother's to sons. I want so much for Ethan to be respectful to women. I know a big part is about women feeling strong and confident and secure and safe to say NO and speak our minds...but it is also about men respecting women and some situations ideally should never come up (like a man forcing a woman...)I have more to say, but just looking at Ethan (he is being silly right now dancing to Lazytown) The weight on me to raise socially responsible children feels enormous at this moment...but one I am happy to bear.

1:25 PM  
Blogger Lee said...

Beautifully written.

At times we parents bemoan the children creating chaos around the house - jumping, yelling, running, being cheeky...
All you need is for them to be sick, to be lying in bed or worse in hospital, pale and quiet, to know which you prefer.

7:34 PM  
Blogger Swirly said...

That is a great photo and, AS ALWAYS, a lovely, poignant entry. You speak the TRUTH, girlie, and I this weary world of ours need that desperately. You rock.

10:13 PM  
Blogger LiteraryGirl said...

Amen to that. When my kids are sick all I want in life is to see them perk up and smile again and that fever to break. Hoping it happens soon...

8:38 AM  
Blogger Teri said...

Sorry to be repetitive, but that was so beautiful and right on the money. Thank you!

10:14 AM  
Blogger andrea said...

I am always amazed at how (in retrospect) the small things become the big things. really, it's so true.

10:12 PM  
Blogger Frankie said...

And isn't life all about the little things? Those small beautiful treasures that "really are BIG." What a fantastic post, my dear. I love these little joys that you've shared. Thanks for the warmth in my heart.

8:24 PM  

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