Make me laugh, make me smile.
He shouts, he asks, he laughs:
I don't want to grow up!
Can grown-up girls lay eighteen babies?
My elbow can touch my nose!
I want birthdays but stay "wittle."
I crave more of these moments.
Chances to laugh, chances to smile.
Asian husband says I baby them.
But what's a mom to do...
When time is fleeting and flying?
Savor those precious and priceless times
ReplyDeletewhile they're still little, all yours.
No one ever ruined children by
giving them too much Mommy love!
@cj-
ReplyDeleteI fear the day they are
too old for mommy cuddles, hugs.
Instead, I try to live in
the happy moments of childhood love.
We're SO allowed to slow time.
ReplyDeleteWhenever humanly possible, in any way.
Ok...maybe not that liberally, exactly.
But I'm on the same page.
Slowing things down to savor them.
That is a beautiful, natural feeling.
I want to write down everything:
ReplyDeletealternate pronunciations (qui-cull-ly), words (ouches/verb)
arcane verb forms: dance-ed, ala Shakespeare.
Plus, bottle the baby curved skin
for when they realize I'm flawed.