I'd like to share with you a collection of baby poems, that have touched me at one time or another since becoming a parent.

Handprints On The Wall

One day as I was picking
The toys up off the floor,
I noticed a small hand print
On the wall beside the door.
I knew that it was something
That I'd seen most every day,
But this time when I saw it there
I wanted it to stay.
Then tears welled up inside my eyes,
I knew it wouldn't last
For every mother knows
Her children grow up way too fast.
Just then I put my chores aside
And held my children tight.
I sang to them sweet lullabies
And rocked into the night.
Sometimes we take for granted,
All those things that seem so small.
Like one of God's great treasures...
A small hand print on the wall

Author Unknown

 


I walk along holding your 2-year-old hand, basking in
the glow of our magical relationship.
Suddenly I feel a kick from within, as if to remind me
that our time alone is limited. And I wonder: how
could I ever love another child as I love you?

Then he is born, and I watch you. I watch the pain you
feel at having to share me as you've never shared me
before. I hear you telling me in your own way, Please
love only me. And I hear myself telling you in
mine, I can't, knowing, in fact, that I never can
again.

You cry. I cry with you. I almost see our new baby as
an intruder on the precious relationship we once
shared. A relationship we can never quite have again.

But then, barely noticing, I find myself attached to
that new being, and feeling almost guilty. I'm afraid
to let you see me enjoying him - as though I am
betraying you.

But then I notice your resentment change, first to
curiosity, then to protectiveness, finally to genuine
affection.

More days pass, and we are settling into a new
routine. The memory of days with just the two of us is
fading fast. But something else is replacing those
wonderful times we shared, just we two.

There are new times - only now, we are three.

I watch the love between you grow, the way you look at
each other, touch each other. I watch how he adores
you - as I have for so long. I see how excited you are
by each of his new accomplishments.

And I begin to realise that I haven't taken something
from you, I've given something to you. I notice that I
am no longer afraid to share my love openly with both
of you.

I find that my love for each of you is as different as
you are, but equally strong.

And my question is finally answered, to my amazement.
Yes, I can love another child as much as I love you -
only differently.

And although I realise that you may have to share my
time, I now know you'll never share my love. There's
enough of that for both of you - you each have your
own supply.

I love you - both.
And I thank you both for blessing my life.
 

The toddler's diet

DAY ONE
Breakfast - 1 scrambled egg, 1 piece of toast with
grape jam. Eat 2 bites of egg, using your fingers dump
rest on floor. Take 1 bite of toast, the smear jam
over your face and clothes.

Lunch - 4 crayons (any colour), a handful of crisps,
and a glass of milk (3 sips only then spill the rest)

Dinner - A dry stick, 2 coins, 4 sips of flat sprite

DAY 2
Breakfast - Pick up stale toast from kitchen floor and
eat it. Drink half a bottle of vanilla extract or 1
vial of vegetable dye

Lunch - half a tube of 'pulsating pink' lipstick and a
handful of dog food (any flavour). One ice cube if
desired

Afternoon snack - Lick an all-day sucker until sticky,
take outside, drop in the dirt. Retrieve and continue
slurping until it's clean again. Then bring inside and
drop on rug.

Dinner - A rock or uncooked bean, which should be
thrust up your left nostril. Pour juice over mashed
potatoes and eat with spoon.

DAY 3
Breakfast - 2 pancakes with plenty of syrup, eat 1
with fingers, rub in hair. Glass of milk, drink half,
stuff other pancake in glass. After breakfast, pick up
yesterday's sucker from rug, lick off fuzz, put it on
cushion of best chair.

Lunch - 3 matches, peanut butter and jam sandwich,
Spit several bites onto floor. Pour glass of milk on
table and slurp up

Dinner - Dish of ice cream, handful of crisps, juice.
Try to laugh some juice through your nose, if possible.

FINAL DAY
Breakfast - A quarter tube of toothpaste (any flavour)
bit of soap, an olive. Pour a glass of milk over bowl
of cornflakes, add half a cup of sugar. Once cereal is
soggy, drink milk and feed cereal to dog.

Lunch - Eat bread crumbs off kitchen floor and dining
room carpet. Find that sucker and finish eating it.

Dinner - Drop pieces of spaghetti onto back of dog,
insert meatball into ear.
Dump pudding into juice and
suck up with a straw.

One Flaw In Women

(you will see what it is in the end)
Women have strengths that amaze men.
They bear hardships and they carry burdens,
but they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy
and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up to injustice.
They don't take 'no' for an answer
when they believe there is a better solution.
They go without so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel
and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about
a birth or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They grieve at the loss of a family member,
yet they are strong when they
think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss
can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.
They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you
to show how much they care about you.
The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning.
They bring joy, hope and love.
They have the compassion and ideas.
They give moral support to their
family and friends.
Women have vital things to say
and everything to give.
HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,
IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.