Friday, November 23, 2012

The Best Kind of Following

My kids follow me around the house. Not in an obvious way; more like a fog which trickles in over time, one after the other. They don't really talk to me, but bring their book or electronics in to sit near me after I have snuck away from the noisy TV show they were watching. One arrives, usually to lie on the bed by me. Soon enough, the other rolls in to share my air. I'd love to say it drives me crazy, but the truth is, it's dreamy, animalistic, mother-y goodness which makes me feel like a lioness with her cubs. Purr.