My little wilds

Everyday I am always blown away at how so much both wildness and sweetness can be encapsulated in such a little person. Two to be exact.

One moment, superman is zooming all around the house. The next moment, I feel little limbs clambering up on my lap, two hands clasping my face and a cheeky whispered “I love you, mummy!” in my ear.

One moment, the tiniest person in the house is screaming the place down, so loud I am sure the house two doors down can hear (all because she is getting her hair washed). The next moment she is all coos and gurgles and heart-melting smiles.

One moment, I am bent over sweeping up a million crumbs and spills and messes (and it’s only breakfast time). The next moment comes completely unprompted sweetness in a “Thank you for cooking the pancakes for me, mummy”

In the midst of all the wildness, these are the moments I live for.

Ah, my giggly, wiggly, chocolate-covered, wide-awake little wilds

I am your parent,
            You are my child

I am you quiet place,
            You are my wild

I am your calm face,
              You are my giggle

I am your wait,
               You are my wiggle

I am your dinner,
                       You are my chocolate cake

I am your bedtime,
                   You are my wide awake

I am your lullaby,
                 You are my peekaboo

I am your goodnight kiss,
                     You are my ‘I Love You’

          –Marryann K. Cusimano

 

That’s definitely one thing I can say about parenting.
There’s no end to the surprises.

 

Linking up to June’s Little Lessons
and Kaz & Ang’s Fly on by Friday