Thought Salad

Tag: love

  • The middle

    Always stuck between others, desperately wanting to shine.  Between a child with more knowledge and ability, and a younger, cuter version. I watch my princess with compassion, knowing the burden she bears. Not the baby, not the first, she feels invisible at times, searching for the love and attention she so craves I remember that…

  • The Secret of life

    Another weekend flown, back at home with the kids tucked into bed I think about my life. I wonder how did I ever deserve all the blessings that I have? Life may not be perfect, but it’s so amazing. My kids are hilarious, wonderful and happy. I’m mostly healthy, and I have good people around…

  • Back to reality

    Back to work today. Strangely exuberant about it,Leaving my house and all its denizens behind, In my car with my tea,  just me and the open road,  a podcast, and a snack, on my way back to being a useful, productive member of society.  I was surprised by the level of relief I felt.  I…

  • The Great Vacation- Part 5

    The last full day of vacation, with tomorrow just the drive home. We slept deeply last night, full of birthday cake and sunshine.  I was the first awake, Until I woke my little man with a kiss on his cute button nose  We enjoyed fleeting family time over breakfast and coffee, saying goodbye to the past…

  • The white pyjamas 

    Tonight I put him in a silky white onesie,  with Winnie the poo and tiger too My favourite pyjamas, He was so soft, my little kitty. He gave me big hugs, Looking so edible in his little boy delight, pleased with how handsome he was.  Strutting like a prize fighter, shoulders back, head up high…

  • Tailor

    Spread out over the table  Material gleams in the light Carefully, The Tailor measures  Twice  Then cuts along the lines Precise in each motion Each piece loving placed, Aligned In the correct position  The Tailor sighs,  smoothing out the wrinkles Delicately the work of union begins Painstaking in nature Each step essential, None paramount to…

  • Legacy

    Bombarded with soft projectiles upon entering the house, Tears over who gets first dibs,  barely mollified by promises to  leave and return, All for “first hug” priviledges I watch as my Boy talks  to a piece of cheese, hanging it up with a beep The Girls fighting over who gets to talk,  again  Stop interrupting…

  • My Boy

    My little mouse,  Sleek and quick, Full of mischief, Twinkling soul  Soft curls, Bright blue eyes You make me smile,  Such easy laughter Grit and fire, Energy and industry Snuggles at night Heart of gold  Hold on tight, Before he grows Mommy’s little boy, Forever in love