Yesterday afternoon Cordelia was afflicted with a strange and mysterious allergic reaction to something as of yet unidentified. She had hives. She got sick (on me). She just needed her mother. I held my poor little sick girl in my arms (after I cleaned up), offering the only thing I could while we waited to hear back from the pediatrician. I kissed her sweet head and looked into those sick eyes and held her tightly as we snuggled together. She folded her little body into my arms and pressed herself into me for comfort.
Times like those are mothering moments. Sure, the daily life is where motherhood is really expressed, but those moments when my girl just needs her momma are so intense and so pure. I can't help but find myself completely overwhelmed by this gift of motherhood, of being the one who can offer the comfort that only a mother can offer. I held her tight and did all of the things that my mother had once done for me, as every loving mother does for her baby at some point or another.
Thankfully the crisis passed quickly and before the night was over she was dancing and playing, but even then she stuck close to me, just in case.