Ode to Sadie

You
And your white-flour skin
Enriched with scrapes and bruises from your daily rendezvous with nature.

You
And your purple plastic heels
Carrying around your brother’s light saber
All sassy and tough
A delicious sight.

You
And your coy two-year old grin
Chin tucked into your chest, eyes up
Running to embrace me with your sticky, watermelon-soaked body.

You
With words like probably and amazing
A laugh that mesmerizes and engages
One tender and adventurous soul
Smart beyond your years.

Me
A mom
In awe again
As I watch you absorb life
Living through you, because of you.

Nature’s perfect recipe, you are
My sweet, Sadie girl.

“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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