I know this post comes from a mixture of fatigue and many hours reading countless childrens books to my kids. Let me warn you the meter and rhythm aren’t perfect. It originated last night. Hopefully my kids will laugh at it someday. I want them to know that even during the adventures they send my way I still have ALWAYS loved them and God loves them more!
Little Boy, Baby Girl
Three-thirty a.m.
Krickle, Krackle, Krunch,
In Baby Girl’s mind it’s a great time to munch.
Her inner ‘pirate’ inspired a raid,
Baby girl joined the pantry brigade.
A problem perhaps with the loot she discovered,
the rice cakes within she couldn’t uncover.
A thought! An idea! A brilliant light!
“Mommy’s asleep, yet she’ll open them if I ask just right!”
*PLOP*
Right in the face, She opened her eyes,
Mommy looked a bit puzzled, twas’ the time she despised.
Instead of unveiling the snack, she pulled baby in bed.
“Will I ever sleep all night?” were the thoughts that raced through her head.
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Little boy’s different, he’s older and bright.
He likes to see mommy be dangerous and still be all right.
Pleasant weather not enough to bring joy
He needed a plan, one of excitement— that boy!
Thinking, reflecting, he processed his scheme,
It all came together at the end of the housework regime.
Mommy think fast, Mommy think quick, we’ve no time for pride
For he’s locked them both out with sister inside!!!
Her spider-man skills arose from the deep
She was up over fences- no way they’re too steep!
“Oh wow, look at mommy isn’t she neat,
When it comes to protecting she won’t take defeat!”
Well she made it inside just like a thief,
Broke through a window much to sister’s relief.
Little boy loved it. A great story to tell!
Tired mommy…
recalled times folks thought she was manicured well.
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Little boy, baby girl oh the workouts you bring!
Have a college degree, …right now can’t remember a thing.
Being mommy, a role sometimes I’m too tired to love
But I never will doubt it’s a gift from above.
You each are special, more special to me
Than diamonds or dollars could ever be.
As much as I love you, know God loves you more,
And as your mommy I can’t wait to see all He has in store.
“Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame.” Psalm 127:3-5
Sarah said
How sweet! I love it… and I know that they will love it one day, too!
meretay said
Wow! I’m impressed. Very, very sweet. And so all that really happened??
Never a dull moment in your house, eh?
dad said
Oh, my little baby girl is paying for her raising. I know you do not remember when you slipped out of the back yard while I painted our new house. After I had frantically run up and down the our street and the next one over, a neighbor who I had never met came up with you in his arms and asked, “Is this what you looking for?”. You are so right I do love you but God loves you more. I AM SO PROUD OF YOU . DAD
Denise said
You write very well, steph….good job! I loved it!
debi said
what a cute poem…and I loved your dad’s comment
Dusti said
very special…God has blessed you with this gift of writing! Just think…you will be reading this at a wedding rehearsal one day!!!!
Leanna said
Love this!So sweet and special!