This whisper that I often hear, is a quiet small sound in my ears, that makes them ring when I know somethings right and when it isn't . It often alerts me to many of the other senses as well, it kinda heightens them and makes them more pronounced and in turn a better response. Such an occasion is when the other day I was at work and my oldest son started kindergarten, and I had this gut feeling that he wasn't close by. Even though my head knows he's in school and that he is safe, and ok...my heart still yearned for him to know he was truly ok and to know how much he's grown as a little boy and how much I missed him being little enough to be home. I put him on the bus and when he looked back and said"Mommy I love you" I melted and cried as the school bus pulled away and my lil son, chased after and said"my turn wait for me...". I went on my way to work and this whisper that sweetly goes through my ears,runs through my mind and plays softly in my heart..Knew that all was truly well, and was to be as it was; Another day of growing in life.
When I came home after an 11 hour day at work filled with craziness, and strife, this same sweet little boy hugged me and said"mommy I missed you. Lokk what I made for you." He handed me this little poster of a green hand print and the poem that came with it. It reads:
The Kissing Hand
It's my first day of kindergarten
And I'm thinking of you.
I made these precious handprints
So you will think of me , too.
It's my first day of school
And"The Kissing Hand" is what we read.
It's about a raccooon
Who did just as his parents said.
Like the raccoon's first day at school
I was scared and a little shy.
But because of what you said
I was brave and I got by.
All through the year
I'll make more things for you.
So as I change and as I learn
You can witness my growth, too!
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