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Getting Big: 100 Beautiful Days of Motherhood {21}

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Today, I held a little boy on my lap.  He grasped a book in his hand and kept some by his side for back-ups.

He came to me while the lunch dishes were being cleared and asked me to read him a book.  “Two or three books,” he corrected when he realized I might be inclined to say yes.

I sat on the floor and a little boy who no longer has dimples on his hands sat in my lap.  A little boy who used to fit there as if in a little nest sprawled out his legs in front of him because he doesn’t quite fit there anymore.

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We read Are You My Mother? and a book that was far too scary for him but he said it wasn’t.  I don’t know how going on a bear hunt can not be too scary.  But he’s big.

He’s getting so, so big.

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I smelled his hair and kissed the back of his neck.  He smelled sweetly sweaty, the way little boys do after they’ve been wrestling their brothers, the way baby boys do when you nurse them in the summer and the heat from their bodies against yours makes the sweetest smell you’ve ever known.

Someday, he’ll smell big-boy sweaty, and that’s a different thing entirely.

But not now.  Now, he is still a bit of my baby boy.  He wants to climb up on my lap and read stories.  And on this beautiful day, I think this is the part of motherhood I like best.

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Parenting 11 Comments

Dining with Dragons

A dragon who is at all polite

Finds table manners a delight.

He washes up before he eats,

And waits for others to take their seats.

It is evident he knows the rule

Of using a napkin to catch the drool.

He tucks it underneath his chin,

And waits for dinner to begin,

Though he can hardly wait a minute

To eat the stew with three boys in it!

Or bite into the Princess Tart

(Dragon wants a juicy part)!

He does not grab, push, or whine;

That’s not the way good dragons dine.

He waits his turn and takes a little

Of every kind of tasty nibble.

And even if it’s not his fave,

He doesn’t ever misbehave,

And throw his food against the wall

Or refuse to open up at all.

(Mom lets him pick the eyeballs out

So really, there is no need to pout).

If he happens to burp a flame,

And doesn’t apologize, to his shame,

Dad simply says, “What a light!

Save it for a fearsome knight.”

But Dragon’s manners are so refined,

His father rarely must remind.

He never lets his wings stick out

Or blows milk bubbles with his snout.

He chews each and every bite

Quietly, with fangs sealed tight,

So Mom can’t see the food inside,

Partly chewed and liquified.

When he has eaten every crumb,

Dragon doesn’t dash off and run,

But stays until the rest are through,

Gives Mom a kiss and says “Thank you!”

He takes his cup and clears his dishes

Just like any mother wishes.

He is the pride of every dragon cave

Because he eats like a gentleman, not like a knave.

Perhaps you think only Dragon is able,

But even you can eat nicely at the dinner table.

Fiction, Humor, Parenting 13 Comments

I believe you can find grace for the mother you are and help to become the mother you long to be—a mom who has the freedom to choose the better things and enjoy her kids right now.

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