Toddlerhood
The Love and Pain that come with it.
it’s a wild concept
The fact
That my kneecaps
Don’t bend that way.
Shocking.
Yet, you insist
On standing
On my knees
With all your weight.
All twenty-four and a half pounds.
My knees
Have become your jumping off point.
My knees! Can you imagine?!
Funny thing, that.
But just look at how high you can jump!
That’s what’s most important.
And you land so perfectly
On my head!
With your elbow
In my eye socket.
You seem comfy enough
To stay on my head.
That’s nice.
Your comfort is also important.
So, good on you.
Thank you for the concussion,
I appreciate the token
Of this fond memory.
But then you do something
So sweet and so tender.
You cup my cheek and smile at me
You gaze into my eyes
You kiss my forehead, so gently and so softly.
You hug me and hum in joy
“Mmmm. Mama.”
There I go.
There I melt. I am a puddle.
Dammit, I love you so fucking hard!
I love you, my son.
About the Creator
Marissa Bendick
she/her.
Wife and mother.
Artist, writer, creator.
Exploring the vastness within me and manifesting authenticity and love.
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Comments (3)
Oh how I miss those days! Love this
I can't love this enough! I have four kids, all grown now, and I miss those days!
Awww I love this one! ❤️❤️