Monday, November 15, 2010

14 years remembered well

I remember being 16, with a swollen belly full of baby.
I remember things that were said and the things that were not and
I remember the things that I thought about you.
I remember uncertainty and reservations and doubts and then,
I remember a leap of faith.

I remember a first breath and tears from you and from me and
I remember diapers and sleep deprivation and high school exams and
I remember you had the bluest eyes.
I remember tiny fingers and tiny toes that grew too fast.
I remember when you learned to walk and when you cut your first teeth and
I remember your first bad owie and
I remember I cried along with you.

I remember Kindergarten and how you loved recess and
I remember that you hated math, even from the start.
I remember Middle School and you were growing up and
I remembered that somewhere along the way I had grown up, too.

I remember that a long time ago, you were a part of me and now
I must remember that you are becoming a man and even if
you remember being my baby,
I must remember that you are no longer mine, you are now your own, but
I will always remember that it was you who made me a mother.


Happy Birthday to my oldest. 
I love you bigger than the moon


  1. I am all misty-eyed and clutching my chest after this one. Lovely, as always.

  2. Ohmygoodness.
    I love this post. Love it to pieces.

  3. and now I am crying.......geez you put my 6month old baby rap to shame!

  4. You have GOT to post that! Baby rap?!!

  5. Crying.

    I can't believe my oldest will be 12 on her next b day.


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