Happy Mothers Day
© Debra S. Higginbotham
Source: Family, Friends Poems
Sticky fingers ‘ tangled hair,
scattered crayons, everywhere.
Fancy artwork ‘ on the wall ‘
drawn by midgets ‘ three feet tall.
Tell me why ‘ and tell me how ‘
that was mine ‘ I want it NOW!
Fix my bike. Buy me gum.
If you have it, I want some.
Dirty faces, grass-stained knees,
learning words ‘ like pretty please.
Endless hugs & goofy wet kisses,
learning respect with ‘Mr.’ & ‘Mrs.’
Scraped-up hands, from falling down.
Tender tugs – - on my night gown.
Need more paper ‘ for Santa’s letter?
I wasn’t so bad ‘ but I’ve been better.
Watching a movie ‘ again and again ‘
Mommy, please ‘ put the tape back in.
Messy fingers ‘ hair gone wild ‘
all in the life ‘ of a precious child !!
My Mommyhood– loving almost every minute;
not wanting to trade a second of it.
After spending 17 weeks on complete bed-rest, and reaching a full-term pregnancy…
my baby girl makes her grand entrance.
My sweet baby girl… that is me in the background. I am all kinds of pregnant, and finally off of bed-rest. I made it to the ‘safe’ zone and got to spend my last 4 weeks up-right. This is one of my all time favorite photos.
That is me… without eyes, and a smile of pure fright, while partaking in ‘Kangaroo Care’ –that is what the NICU nurses call it… I call it scared out of my mind with my child on my chest and a bunch of tubes taped to my body. I thought I was going to ‘break her.’
I’d like to report –that I did not.
Me with the little one…
on family vacation in St Augustine, Fl.
“There is no way to be a perfect mother, and a million ways to be a good one”
My Angel Baby…