yesterday was my first mother's day as someone's mother. i arrived home from my sister's bridal shower weekend in michigan to roses, wine, and steaks on the grill. it was lovely. and after a meal shared with my husband and baby boy (each of whom made it possible for me to be a mother in the first place), i swaddled my sweet little angel and rocked him to sleep. he closed his eyes and his breathing became rhythmic, and i placed him gently into his crib.
i went to find john, and discovered him outside in the top "fort" part of our swingset. we sat there for an hour or so, me sipping reisling, him a miller lite, talking about our plans for the house and jack and our neighbors and life... and i got to thinking about being a mother.
sometimes i'm so busy accomplishing everything that goes into a day that i don't ever get a chance to reflect on the wonderful opportunity and awesome responsibility that come along with motherhood. it's amazing and overwhelming and gratifying and frustrating and completely worth it, if that makes any sense. and really, we get to call these little people our own for such a short time... and then they're off to flutter their wings and make their own life.
and so yesterday, while crammed into the top of my son's swingset, i vowed again to treasure each and every moment of motherhood. i have been so blessed over the last six months to mother my little man, and i am grateful each day for him. happy (belated) mother's day to all! xoxo
How do you say to your child in the night?
Nothing's all black, but then nothing's all white
How do you say it will all be alright
When you know that it might not be true?
What do you do?
Careful the things you say
Children will listen
Careful the things you do
Children will see and learn
Children may not obey, but children will listen
Children will look to you for which way to turn
To learn what to be
Careful before you say "Listen to me"
Children will listen
Careful the wish you make
Wishes are children
Careful the path they take
Wishes come true, not free
Careful the spell you cast
Not just on children
Sometimes the spell may last
Past what you can see
And turn against you
Careful the tale you tell
That is the spell
Children will listen
How can you say to a child who's in flight
"Don't slip away and I won't hold so tight"
What can you say that no matter how slight
Won't be misunderstood
What do you leave to your child when you're dead?
Only whatever you put in it's head
Things that your mother and father had said
Which were left to them too
Careful what you say
Children will listen
Careful you do it too
Children will see
And learn, oh guide them that step away
Children will glisten
Tample with what is true
And children will turn
If just to be free
Careful before you say
"Listen to me"
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