Cocooned in my womb, as part of me
Breathing the air I breathed, absorbing the food I ate,
Using my blood for your sustenance,
I would think you were happy in there.
But it was time for you to come into my waiting arms.
You did short work of the whole process,
Coming much earlier than expected
Raising your tender little fist up, saying...here I am!
A miracle is what I call this.
From a cell to a body, from a breath to reality,
Every moment of your presence in my life
Is a reminder of a miracle that is you.
People say you are a carbon print of me
Imagine that! A print of me in you...
A part of me is in you, etched in your DNA forever,
Passing it on to your progeny, just like my mother before me.
Was I ready to be a mother? Yes!
Did I know how to be a mother? No. Absolutely not.
But step by little step, we got our own mo-jo,
Learning and unlearning through trust and unconditional love.
You have taught me things no book could record
Making miracles look like ordinary occurrences
With a jaunty look and a dimpled smile,
Sometimes with a surprisingly sharp observation
Or an immensely innocent question,
You have both humbled and surprised me every step of the way.
Now here we are, at this milestone.
To a year of non-stop chatter and being mumma's little helper.
Of earning skinned knees and inky stars on palms
You have skipped your way through your fourth year...sometimes, literally.
I give you my heart to etch your memories on
And lay my body for you to dance your victories on
For that is my wish for you - today and always
That you are healthy, happy and successful,
And appreciate that you are a living example
Of miracles existing in everyday life.
Happy Birthday My Big Little Miracle :)
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