I like angels. I wanna be one. I’m serious. Being a human is exhausting!
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As I sit here rocking you to sleep in my arms
I kiss your downy head and whisper
I will be the mother I never had
I will help you spread your wings
I will teach you to fly
I will catch you when you fall
I will cheer for you
I will fight for you
I will protect you
I will love honor and respect you
When you marry the girl of your dreams
I will step back
She will be your number one
Your true love
Your soul mate
And I will love her
When you have children
I will take another step back
Allowing you the joy and happiness
Of raising your own your own way
I will be the grandmother I once had
I will hold them on my lap
I will sing to them
Teach them Nursery Rhymes
And soar to unknown worlds with them
When you have grandchildren
I will take another step back
Watching from a distance
Sharing your joy and happiness
Feeling my heart swell with pride
Thanking God for blessing you
Your family and me
And though it may seem that I’ve fallen
Far behind the scenes
I know a piece of your heart
Will always belong to me
Because as I sit here
Holding you tightly in my arms
I promise to set you free
Maybe as a baby I liked taking naps. But as a six-year-old, with the great outdoors to explore, it was boring. Inconvenient. A total waste of time. The only one who benefited from it was my mother, who was relieved to get me out of her hair for awhile.
Most days, after a bit of tossing and turning, I could finally doze off. Other days my overactive brain just would not go to sleep, telling me I could be outside playing in the warm sunshine, swinging on the swing or looking for lizards under rocks. And I could even be wading in the creek if I didn’t have to take a stupid nap.
Beneath my bedroom was a back room; our everything room where the kitchen sinks, water pump, and galvanized tubs were. It even had a small heater standing in the middle of the large, unfinished room where we would stand to get warm after our baths.
Whenever I’d hear a noise down there, I’d sneak out of bed, crawl to the hole in the old wooden floor and have a peek. One day my fourteen-year-old brother had taken a bath and was standing stark naked in front of the heater. When he looked up at the ceiling I jumped back in bed for fear he’d catch me looking at him and tell mom.
Then the day I’ll never forget was when my three-year-old brother was in the back room. Jealous that he was up and I wasn’t, I snuck out of bed to see what he was doing. Quietly, I crawled to my look out, placed my eye over the hole and saw him sitting on his potty. He was so cute with his plump, rosy cheeks and big bright eyes. And he was doing good sitting there too, till he looked up at the ceiling. Suddenly, he jumped off his potty, and with his bare butt shining, he ran out of the room crying, “Mommy! Mommy! There’s an eye looking at me!”
One thing good I can say about nap time. When I couldn’t sleep, I had plenty of entertainment.
The digital painting is of my great-grandson, Gideon. He is now going on three. He doesn’t like nap time either!
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