Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Hold Dear


I want to remember. 

More than anything, I want to remember the sun stretched out, turning the snow cotton candy pink and the wonder of small eyes blinking it in to their souls. I want to remember the tiny bundle, under four big, fluffy blankets in the stroller. Oh, to feel that warmth on my hand, lifting the flap, checking his cheeks, and seeing his little lips sucking on that soother - a blue and black plaid hood framing his wee face. I want to recall the sticks that were so cheerfully collected for a fire when 'springtime comes.' I want to see those little gloves, that zip all the way up to their elbows, digging in the snow 'like badgers.' 

Please, oh please, don't let me forget, standing with my three children, in a landscape cloaked with snow, watching the sun put itself to sleep, while at the same time we watched the big, fat moon rise high. Crisp air, big sky, and the crunch of our feet in the white. Discussions of coyote and deer tracks and the wild possibility of what a big white hare's feet might look like in the snow, bury themselves into my mind. 

More than I want to remember, I want them to remember. If their minds are too small to recall the details of our everyday, please let these three little people know a kinship with the wild outdoors and a deep love of family. Let the good of these days be sewn into their hearts. 




16 comments:

fernvalley01 said...

I am sure you will remember with the pictures taken and those in your heart. and as wonderful a childhood as you are showing them ,I know they will remember what you shared with them

Pom Pom said...

They will remember, Cheyenne. Maybe one will grow up to be a writer and then tell the story of your beautiful prairie life. I went out to lunch with one of our grown up sons yesterday and as we talked, I was reminded of his curious child heart and I am ever thankful for his deep love for his mama. Your days are divine deposits in your children's lives. Such important work.

Karen said...

Your poetic words and photos will assist in the remembering, friend. Keep at it, it's a treasure and a gift to your children, don't you know.

Shirley said...

Amen. Some of my best memories from my childhood are just moments, not actions.

Jamie said...

You are so amazing they will.... they will - I'm sure of it!

ain't for city gals said...

Believe me....they will remember! They are taking each memory and placing it somewhere deep in their hearts and one day they will pull them out one by one when they need them the most!

LindaG said...

I am certain they will remember. :-)
*hugs* ♥

Jaimi_C said...

You have such a beautiful way with words to bring your thoughts to life on paper!

Gumbo Lily said...

The seeds you plant will surely grow, Cheyenne. You wait and see. Your love of nature and beauty speak to my soul.

Rachel said...

Love. Yes, I'm sure they will remember. :)

Rach said...

I love this post.. As usual!! ;) and your post on the blizzards- I had the best Christmas holidays ever sitting at my mum's in front of the fire drinking hot drinks & watching the snow blow & listening to the wind howl.... There's nothing like THAT. Have a happy 2014! xo

The Goerzen Girls...and Art said...

Yes, and Amen!

Katie Olthoff said...

Oh Cheyenne, this is so beautiful! What a great reminder for us all to "hold dear."

Angie Berry ~ Berry Homespun Primitives said...

Beautifully said Cheyenne... as always. You all are so fortunate to experience this, I'm pretty sure your kids will never forget!

BlueClearSky Elizabeth said...

Beautiful, Cheyenne! They do grow quickly don't they. Enjoy your winter, the long days and each beautiful moment.

Jessy said...

Cheyenne, I love the way you write. So genuine, from a very real place in your soul. We have internet at our apartment now, so I look forward to being able to keep up again!

Take care and have a great weekend,

Jessy

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