Kissing Snow White.

She comes down the stairs into my office wearing a Snow White dress. She should have been in bed two hours ago, but she isn’t. Despite the fact we spend an hour and a half commuting together every day, we haven’t really talked much lately.

Life has been completely overwhelming for about a month now. For lots of reasons.

Her mommy hasn’t really been around a lot lately. She comes downstairs to complain about the fact that Daddy won’t get up and find her ballerina slippers. I explain to her that it’s because she’s supposed to be sleeping right now, not playing dress up.

“Mommy, can I sit on your lap?”

I gratefully pull her onto my lap and enfold her in my arms. We sit silently for a few long moments. I barely even noticed the silence, we’re just here. Together. Her hair against my cheek. Her eyelashes are long. Her hands are getting bigger. These things I think, then I  suddenly come to my senses and appreciate the fact that my three year old is sharing silence with me. No small miracle.

Her little hand reaches up to my cheek and turns my face toward hers.

“Mommy, will you kiss me?”

One sweet, warm, extended kiss–a kiss that while simple in act emotionally carries the culmination of hopes and dreams of what motherhood would be, the accumulated effect of a few years of falling in love with the same person daily as her spirit unfolds like the most terrific of gifts designed for you by The Master Creator, the power of an endless list of good intentions, and whispered prayers, and fears unspoken, and hopes, and dreams, and desires, and wishes for All Good Things as they stretch out for the decades of her life unwinding, bursting, twirling up the in the stars–all this packed into one sweet, warm extended kiss on a tender face that really does taste sweet to her mother’s lips. A kiss that only a parent can give to their child. A kiss that looks like any other to anybody watching.

But it’s a moment that I will treasure forever.

5 thoughts on “Kissing Snow White.

  1. Pingback: Kissing Snow White. « One lucky girl

  2. What a beautiful moment. Thank you for sharing this story, and thank you for sharing your sweet words on my site today. You really made my day.

    P.S. – Sorry, forgot to tell you great post!

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