So many choices—what to pick?
Short or tall spine, thin or thick?
Brown Bear, Brown Bear is always nice,
But Skippyjon Jones adds some spice!
Push each cover to the side,
Little fingers now decide.
Take our stories down the hall,
Stacked adventures—explore them all!
Stop by his bed, we have to grab,
His fuzzy blanket, soft and shagged.
Climb on up in the rocking chair,
Momma, toddler, teddy bear.
Wrap the old, soft blanket worn,
Around us snug, frayed corners torn.
Smell the apple scent so slight,
Of boyish hair so soft and light.
Close and cozy, toes all covered,
Let’s see what can be discovered!
Cover opens, colors blaze,
Bright bold shapes now hold our gaze.
Listen as the words are said,
Rhythmic sounds dance in our head,
Flowing all around us now,
Transported from our chair somehow.
See the firehouse, hear the alarm!
Pet the animals on the farm.
Eyelids heavy, gently close,
Softly kiss small cheeks and nose.
Hold him close at the end of day,
How fast the years will steal away.
QUESTION: Are there other moments of motherhood that make you feel this same tender magic? Do you notice them and relish them?
CHALLENGE: Set a goal to help yourself truly experience those moments as they are happening, rather than thinking of what needs to come next or concentrating on other things.
Edited by Amanda Lewis.
Image provided by the author; graphics by Julie Finlayson.