July 10

Today we played

Today we played together, me and you.
No rules, no time constraints, no interruptions.
We held hands and jumped in circles on your bed.
You threw your head back and giggled.
We fell together, collapsing with dizzy delight.

We ran through the house dancing and singing, skipping and hopping.
You followed behind me, my sweet shadow.
You were breathless with laughter.

I hid some of your toys, the small people you always play with.
You took your bucket and collected each one, announcing with pride, “Here he is!”
You hid them from me, “Close you eyes Mommy.” You say.
It is my turn to find their hiding places.
You help me locate every one and remain just as excited as the first time we played.

We paint, draw, and color.
I cut out pieces of paper. You glue them randomly, creating art.
We hang it in your room.
You shout to Daddy, “Come look at my wall!”

You speak in broken sentences, but your message is conveyed.
You grasp my hand as we walk down the front steps.
The December sun is warm against my face.
Your soft hair stands no chance in the wind and dances about your head as you run across the lawn.

I watch you playing.
You are happiness, love, harmony.
I am overcome with gratitude to be your mommy.
You make my soul drip with pleasure.
You make life… worth living good.

 

© Missy Willis

“My patience, resolutions and beliefs are tested to the limits – sometimes daily.”*

Right at this moment one of my challenges is the constant, tuneless whistling from my elder son. When my boys were babies it was getting them to sleep or trying to figure out why they were crying. On any given day now, it might be squabbling, fighting, teasing, screaming, shouting or rudeness. Who’d be a parent? We might well question ourselves after the event, but we can’t very well put them back! Just how we find those inner resources, how we constantly demand more of ourselves, how we keep marching up that hill with a smile on our face and gladness in our heart at the sight of our ‘babies’ is one of life’s mysteries.

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* © from Being Mummy by Anne‑marie Taplin published April 2007