A look of love
I watch him kick a soccer ball
Quite a feat at two feet tall
Running around so carefree
As I watch, he watches me.
He sees I'm proud of what he's done
As I smile, he has fun.
He plays the game as he knows how
He scores a goal and takes a bow.
He shares this moment with his dad
The smile he sends me makes me glad
The bond we share cannot be broken
His face tells all with words unspoken
This little man, this gift to me
I look to Heaven, silently
Thank you God for this pleasure
This gift, my son, is what I treasure.
“Being at home can be fun, insulating, relaxed, boring or isolating ... depending on how the day is going.”*
School holidays are almost over in my part of the world – six long weeks of noise and squabbling balanced by hot, lazy days at the beach or the pool with lots of daring exploits and laughter. Many of our days were spent at home, basking in simple pleasures like baking, playing games or outdoor pursuits – trying to relax the everyday routines of school-morning bustle and ‘having to be somewhere on time’. However pleasant, I must admit to being relieved that life gets back to normal next week, and I can reclaim some of my own time for writing again!
* From Being Mummy by Anne‑marie Taplin published April 2007