Amy Secrist

Tag: motherhood

  • Trust (II)

    Our two babes sit snugly in their seats at the center of our van; our two big kids have the back and we the front. He reaches over to hug me, and in a flash I see us older, stronger, wiser, steady. Somewhere, somehow, we make it; We are both there at the end together.

  • My cell phone signals a reminder:

    My cell phone signals a reminder: “June 7 ovulation (maybe)” Translation: “Be mindful of your reaction and response” Lord, keep my head above the flux, the rush, the flood of chemicals whose bed is winding and crooked, jagged and full of falls – the neural pathways seem shallow and the downpour spills over the banks…

  • My little one asks me,

    My little one asks me, “Mom, will you hold me?” while she sits on my lap, my arms around her. I say, “I am holding you,” and smile; so she smiles, too, and asks, “Forever?”