Nurslings: A Reflection

As I look down at you nursing 

I wonder how it's true,

Baby B

 

You are the last of three, 

and there are no more after you. 

How could time go by so fast? 

How is it we got here? 

That you would be but 9 months old 

and still determined to be near... 

You call to me all night and day 

and for now that is ok, 

for despite that I am weary

I know that you are small and won't always be that way. <3

The fact that my own body 

produces what you need, 

that keeps you strong and healthy

and requires but one thing to feed. 

I love that all my little nurslings

take solace in my face, 

a breast, a smile, a rocking chair;

by far your favorite place

or perhaps beside me as we sleep

for I am never far, 

when you wean we won't be sad

it only means what we both know;

that even though you may not need my milk 

It's my job to help you grow...

:) - Mommy

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking

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by Mary Rita Schilke Korzan





_____________________________  When you thought I wasn’t looking
You hung my first painting on the refrigerator
And I wanted to paint another.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You fed a stray cat
And I thought it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You baked a birthday cake just for me
And I knew that little things were special things.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You said a prayer
And I believed there was a God that I could always talk to.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You kissed me good-night
And I felt loved.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
I saw tears come from your eyes
And I learned that sometimes things hurt—
But that it’s alright to cry.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You smiled
And it made me want to look that pretty too.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You cared
And I wanted to be everything I could be.
When you thought I wasn’t looking—
I looked . . .
And wanted to say thanks
For all those things you did
When you thought I wasn’t looking.
______________________________
(thank you Jane Stewart for sharing this poem)



This great poem can be found on Paul Coelho's blog