I know when a baby is a baby – from the moment of conception. But just when does a baby lose its baby status? Is it when the sweet little giggle doesn’t come quite so easily? Or when the short, chubby legs take their first steps? Maybe it’s when you no longer need to kiss the boo-boos to make it all better. Or when tiny little teeth start to protrude.
Does a baby grow up when he’s able to smear pureed bananas on his face? Or when she knows how to chatter ‘mama’ and ‘dada’? Maybe a baby is no longer a baby when she can put her princess panties on all by herself. Or when he can brush his own teeth.
When the sippy cups lose their lids, and car seats become boosters, is that when a baby is no longer a baby? Does a baby grow up when he can read his first sentence, or when she can tie her own shoes?
“It goes by so fast.” “Treasure these times.” “They grow like weeds.” “He’s not a baby anymore.” “What a big girl!”
To a mother, a baby will always be their baby.
Gray darkness chasing sidestepping shadows
Upward gaze to steal a ray
Wetness falling uncontrollably
Glancing downward toward a puddle
Steely cold penetrating the stillness
Tense hands grasping for peace
Glass beads tinkling
Gazing toward the gray heavens
Clammy hands gripping tightly an invisible world
Fuchsia and lavender replacing disappearing stars
Tired eyes releasing their hold
Lightness rising softly
Stumbling into confidence
Smiling eyes filling with hope
8 Kids and a Business nominated me for 2 awards! Thank you so much! I find her blogs very inspiring and I’m so grateful that she finds mine inspiring as well.
As with all awards, here’s how this works:
- display the award logo on my blog
- link back to the blog of the person who nominated me
- state 7 things about myself
- nominate other bloggers and link to their site
- notify the other bloggers of their nominations and tell them the requirements
I would like to nominate Melody Lowes for her stunning pictures and inspirational poetry.
Here are 7 things interesting about me:
- I am left-handed.
- I love to sing in an empty church.
- I love to make healthy food.
- My favorite hair dryer is a Chevy.
- I don’t like sand, but I love the water.
- I love dressing up.
- I am a life-long member of the Catholic Church.
Colors shatter night
Incensed booms shower down lights
Freedom still reigns here.
Baby’s shining smile
Delighting strangers’ faces
Posted in Haiku, Poem
Tagged babies, love, smile
I stared at my eyes in the mirror. Flecks of sunlight and shadow dancing in cool pools of tropical water, rippling over the smooth pebbles. Constant change, yet the same, since birth. Bright-eyed and dreaming, or wet and red, these eyes give me the world.
They can only see what is in front of me. Images flashing, embedded memories, faint shadows of the past gone. And now? Soak it in, wash over me, let me linger one moment longer. Then it’s done. Did I remember to smile? Did I savor each second? What fraction of life did I perceive?
Let it be good. Let it be happy. Help my eyes see like Yours. “Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious, if there is any excellence and if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.” (Philippians 4:8)