Tag Archives: motherhood

For Hamilton I

27 Aug

Soft little rosebuds smile with glee,

There is no other that can make happy as he.

His blue green eyes, light brown hair,

His cheek are his father’s, and so cute, it’s not fair.

How did I manage to become so blessed?

Especially after horrid moments left me without rest.

I knew his name, I saw him play.

That’s when hope restored me to love another day.

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Thoughts from a Nighttime Feeding

7 Aug

His soft little breaths warm my soul,

The huge smile he gives when I walk in the room,

His little eyes that glisten with love,

His precious squeal when he’s happy.

Nothing compares to being called “Mama.”

Nor does feeling his little head rest on my shoulder as he sleeps in my arms.

For every moment I am grateful.

For every kiss, hug, hair tug or dirtied outfit.

I saw him in my dreams and now he’s here in my arms.

Oh how sweet life can be.

Unfit

5 Aug

I can rock him to sleep

Dry his tears

Give him a bath

Feed him his dinner.

I can teach him patience

Love

Acceptance.

Read stories to him

Walk him in his stroller

Play with his toys

Watch his favorite show.

Show him strength

Compassion

Courage.

I did not realize my impairments made me half a person,

Unfit to love, unfit to provide.

We may not climb Mount Everest together

But we can still move mountains,

And no one can ever take that from us.

The Good Night for Hamilton March

3 Aug

One, two, three, four,

A small parade marches through the door,

Off to tuck the littlest to bed,

And wish sweet dreams for his sleepy head. 

We read book about travels far,

talk about things and what they are,

He nuzzles, and covers his sweet little eyes,

Only to open them to new dreams with the bright sunrise.