Parenting | Jamie Gregory

Mommy, Can You Hold These for Me?

Your first glimpse of my face as I held you in the delivery room will be forgotten.

Your first night sleeping in the crib instead of the bassinet beside my bed will be forgotten.

Your first taste of peas, and your chubby face puckering with disgust, will be forgotten.

Your first steps, tentative and wobbly yet determined, will be forgotten.

Your father’s grin when you first uttered Dada will be forgotten.

You won’t retain long-term memories until the age of seven.

Take heart, little one. I have captured these moments for both of us.

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Drip, drip, drip

Percolate and wait

Drip, drip, drip

My heavy eyelids blink in sync

The nutty aroma intoxicates me

They shout, we want pancakes

The granite is cool against my cheek

I could sleep on this

Change a diaper

Find a lost shoe

Scramble into the car

Rush to school

Wait in the drop-off line

Embrace the steering wheel

I could sleep on this

Return home and sip cold coffee

The little one tugs my hand

Bouncy house again

Retreat to the basement

Blow it up and climb in

Bounce, bounce, bounce

Like a raft bobbing in the ocean

I’m lulled by its waves

I could sleep on this

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