In the stillness

Do you ever think more clearly, love more deeply and cherish without question your journey when in silence?  I often do.  Even now, as I sit in the contemplative stillness I hear the soft breath of my son as he dreams.  My thoughts are allowed to blossom and grow in these hours I hold dear.  Where once these times of silence were so bountiful I became fat on the leftovers I now have to fight for even a small morsel. 
It hit me tonight once more of how much I love my little boy.  I feel a constant struggle between wanting to shield him from all evil, grabbing him up in a mother bear sort of way and hiding him beneath my skirts to laying him at the Lords feet in submissive knowing.  A knowing that he is not MINE but Gods.  I am blessed to be called his mama, to be allowed to take care of him, though it is not my right but a privilege and for that I am so thankful.