Sometime last week, I watched my baby achieve another milestone. It made me immensely proud as a mum and I told every single person who cared to listen how proud of him I was. I guess mothers are always proud of their children.
Watching my child made me think of my mum (and my dad)- bringing up five of us! I imagined them having the same feeling I experienced.
Part of why I write is so I can document certain feelings and moods and I really hope my child gets to enjoy this blog when he’s older.
” On this one long, blessed night we refused to worry, allowing only hopes and dreams for the future of the human race, held in the minuscule hands of these newborns.
– A.B. Shepherd”
Veins popping with every strain
My fingers digging into the cushion
Trying to ignore every stain
Thinking of the end gain
Trying my hardest not to complain
As I await my gift at the end of the footing
You being as sweet as a candy cane
You were never plain
Your emotions gushing
As you explored everything in your domain
Nineteen eight nine
A year so memorable
It filled us with love
Moments forever cherished
As you’ve grown – a fine woman
By the way, I really want to write a renga. Unfortunately, I cannot write one alone as a renga has to be written by more than one person. Each person writes an alternating stanza. So, if you’re interested in writing one with me, please leave a comment below and we can do it together… 🙂
** Photo credit for Featured Image – My Colicky Baby
** Photo credit for Post Image – Pinterest