Children's 'Firsts' (1) ...

I’ve been thinking about the joys that my daughter has in store for her in the coming months and years as her son grows and learns. 

First up, I thought about the smell of a new born baby’s skin.  It is an aroma which cannot be replicated by any other means.  Next I thought about that overwhelming moment when you fall in love with your offspring.  It can hit you like a truck, or it can sneak up on you and whack you over the head, but sure as God made little green apples, one day you realise that you would truly die for this little person.

I thought about the first smile, the first tooth, the first words and all of those ‘firsts’ about which the wonder never fades, whether it is your first child or the seventh.

There is one ‘first’ however, that never fails to crease me up.  One day whilst walking along a peaceful, leafy path on our way to town, my eldest son looked up at me from his innocent three-year-old face and said, ‘Mummy, is Bollocks a naughty word?’ ...

For A Child In My Heart... A Poem

Today, I thought I would share with you something that I wrote earlier this year.  I know many women have miscarriages, or lost a child at a very young age.  Even though those children have gone before they got here, they are still in our hearts forever.  This was written with that in mind.

Sarah

A little angel walks with me

everywhere I go.

She's there in times of sadness,

and times when I don't know.

She strokes my hair to comfort

and gives a guiding hand.

I miss her every single day,

but some won't understand.

Although I cannot see her,

she's still a part of me.

Her brothers feel her presence,

our little absentee.

I'm sure the cat can see her -

he won't sit on her chair.

One day I'll see my Angel,

till then, she knows I care.

©Ruth Raymer 2011