While I'm thinking about my babies and growing up and all that nostalgic stuff I might as well embarrass myself further and post this little thing I wrote (kind of a poem I guess) about my grandson, Conner. I was lying next to him, trying to help him fall asleep, on the night before his mommy (my daughter, Julie) was going to come home from the hospital with his new baby brother. Conner was innocently unaware of how much his life would change - all for the better - but nonetheless, he would not be the baby anymore. (Sorry Julie and you other young moms if this makes you sad. It's really not that bad. You never miss diapers.)
On the night before
the new baby comes home
your two-year-old fingers cling to mine
as if holding on to something you don't want to lose.
Sleep creeps up and lowers your two-year-old eyelids - you can't
keep it back! Like growing up, you can't stop it, can't keep
it wrapped tightly like two-year-old fingers
now relaxing around mine, and
babyhood drifts away
like a dream.
5 comments:
No! I hope babyhood never drifts away!! I was sad just to lose Lucy's toothless grin-but I guess she'll get it back when she's around eighty! Thanks for your beautiful poem and blog. It has reminded me to cherish each phase and accept that changes that will come-they are almost always for the better.
Well, if your goal was to make me cry, you succeeded! :) How sweet mom. I love your poem, and its so true...these little babies of mine are going to grow up way too quickly. Even though life gets crazy, I want to remember to enjoy the little moments more. Thanks!
That was so nice Marilyn. It is true they grow up too quickly. Conner is so sweet.
sweet and sad. I love Spencer and Camille so much as they are that I can hardly remember their younger years to miss them. Of course, I don't want them to get any bigger...
This is Danny. Thanks for making me cry and want to be Hiro and stop time! You're good!
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