Penny for My Heart

“Carry me.”

“Carry you?” I repeat, in my astonished voice, all full of mock gravitas.

“Carry me to the car!” he chirps. He’s even hopping like a little chickadee.

“Alright,” I say, “but if I’m going to carry you? You need to carry the car keys for me. It’s a really important job. Can you do that?”

“Yeah,” he says, reaching simultaneously for me and for the keys.

And because soon he’ll be too big to carry, I scoop him up and settle him on my hip. I carry his still-warm-from-his-nap, pliant little body out to the car. Freedom these days means leaving the confines of my work life, and returning home where I can breathe again. And, even weighted down with thirty pounds of boy, I am flying!

“My coin!” he whines, about halfway down the long walkway from the mud room to the driveway.

This morning he found a penny on the floor of the minivan, and he has been pressing it between his fingers, safe in the pocket of his cargo shorts, waiting to bring it home to show his Dad. He’s still young enough to find small talismans everywhere.

I reach into his pocket and find the penny, caught in that deep pointy part where the seams all come together.

I hand it to him, and we continue on our way. He has the car keys in one hand, his penny in the other.

“Lovey, do you want to open your door?” I ask.

The minivan has the automatic sliding doors, and he loves to press the button to open his door, but it takes both hands for him to both hold the remote and push the button.

So he sets his coin in the vee of my tee-shirt, just a little to the left of my sternum, where humidity and the curve of flesh defy gravity to keep the penny in place. Over my heart.

Mama's Losin' ItInspired by the prompt to define freedom, though, as these things often do, it went in a different direction.

32 responses to “Penny for My Heart

  1. So sweet. Reading your blog at work makes me want to go directly home and give my G a hug.

  2. it’s my favourite blog for a reason! *sigh*

  3. I’m still happy to carry Corinne, too. And I covet your automatic sliding doors.

  4. Such a cute story.:)

  5. This is definitely freedom! What a sweet moment with your precious bundle. I dread the day when my youngest chooses not to perch himself on the arm of the recliner and crowd my space while I am working on the computer.

    Newest follower – would love for you to follow me back! Stopping by from Mama Kat’s. Have a great day!

  6. Wow! What a great story. My 8 year old still likes to cuddle with me and I will miss it terribly when it’s gone, for she is my last. I call her lovey too!! Visiting from Mama Kat’s will be back again.

  7. Such a sweet post. Awwww. I loved it.

    Stopping by from Mama Kat’s.

  8. what a great post. makes me cherish every moment with my kids. being a working mom as well, it’s almost like living 2 lives. when i’m at work, i long to be home with the people that know and love me the most.

    thanks for sharing your heart.

  9. SO sweet. Makes me wish I had little kids close.

  10. Aww.. that’s absolutely beautiful.. So sweet.. πŸ™‚

    Stopped in from Mama Kat’s

    db @ theworkinghousewife.wordpress.com

  11. I have one boy that is too big to carry, and another that is fast approaching. This made me smile, and want to rush home to cuddle them!! They will never be too big for that!!

  12. “small talismans”…nice

  13. Great post πŸ™‚

    • Thank you.

      Are you the NICOLE I’ve seen over at Nigel’s? It’s like the freaking Playboy mansion over there with the women and the debauchery…

      Either way, welcome!

      • I am! I followed Kris over to Nigel (HEART NIGEL) and I followed Kmama to Kris…tangled web of bloggin…I yearn for the word talisman to be used since its a Stephen King book (he knows the secret to life) and loved that the post ended with the penny on the heart. thats the image I wanted in the end and I didnt even know it till it was…:)

        • You know I can’t even remember how I found Kris, but that’s also how I ended up at Nigel’s houseparty.

          I’m glad you liked the penny on the heart image. I actually wrote more, but it wasn’t right, so I lopped it off. Best choice, I think.

  14. Oh, I agree with Nicole.

    The story was lovely, but then the ending?

    Transformational magic.

    I loved that ending.

  15. Im so happy I found this post again. THIS is why I read you. This post.
    This.
    But my comments from back then now seem dorky. oh well!

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