A special letter dedicated to a first time Mum & her unborn baby...
Here's Looking at Your Kid
I dedicate this to your new baby, well where do I begin...
From goos and gas and crying to its gooby, dribbly chin
So glorious is motherhood, wet napkins by the mile,
Sleepless nights and teething, all topped off with a smile.
Blessed are baby days, destruction at its best,
You won't begin to tally the treasures that go west.
And how about the toys and things, scattered 'round the place,
So Mum can come and trip on them, and splat down on her face.
The joys of toilet training, sitting them on the toilet,
You'll pull faces to amuse your tot and pray they'll leave a deposit.
But oh alas, its not to be, you sit and shake your head,
Baby really doesn't need to go Mum, they'll do it later in their bed.
Baby fancies a bit of fingerpaint, and when you've cleaned them up,
They have fun in your pot-plants isn't that just your luck.
You're off to town, all dressed up, so now you're ready Mum,
You won't mind if I suddenly vomit down your front.
The battle of the dinner hour, resembling World War One,
Pretending to be a choo-choo train in the hope that they'll swallow some.
They spit and choke and blubber, rubbing it in their hair,
And then proceed to grind it in the cracks of their highchair.
Pre-school years are looming, the whys and wherefores come,
"Please Mum, can you tell me the obvious - I'm dumb"
Now if you should ignore me, I'll stand and pull your dress,
Till you come up with an answer, a reply you can't suppress.
Off to school peace at last, hey Mum! You've got to be kidding,
I'll be in fine form when I come home, I always end up winning.
Let me in your kitchen, I fancy myself as a chef,
When my masterpiece is complete, you won't have any food left.
Your fridge it will be empty, my stomach will be bulging,
And Mum, now incidentally, the dishes may need washing.
How's your budget going Mum? I've written you a list,
For all the vital things in life, I really shouldn't miss.
We'll start with clothes and CD's, then graduate up the scale,
To my own TV, cellphone and computer for my e-mails.
Can I borrow the car Mum? I've got a date tonight.
We're off to the nightclub and perhaps we'll grab a bite.
I promise we'll be in by ten or maybe it will be one.
Please don't wait up and worry, we'll only be having fun.
So we've just about come full circle, keep this thought in mind,
Motherhood is rewarding, despite the constant grind.
Charlene - Here's to your future years shared with your new wee one.
Love Shelley* (Mum 2) xxx ooo xxx
OXO for bubs. I can't wait for the arrival
Shelley was a beautiful woman, a wife, a mother of two daughters (my 'second' Mum), a sister, an aunty, and a special friend. Shelley was a wonderful writer/poet, who always spoke from her heart. My 'second' Mum (Shelley) sadly passed away several years ago, so this wonderful letter will be treasured forever - in fact, I am reliving it with baby #2.
This post was part of the new One Word Blog Linkup hosted by:
Lisa of The Golden Spoons,
Janine of Confessions of a Mommyholic,
and Marcia of Blogitudes.
This week, the word prompt choices were Wonderful and Confused
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