13 years since you entered the world
A little golden raisin
The doctor exclaiming how well developed you were
It was clear from the first belting scream
You'd be a force to be reckoned with
(May this carry you through)
And so happy was your belly giggle and sweet singing to yourself in your crib
Long sessions of puddle stomping and painting with food
There was no holding you back the first day of school (parting the sea of sobbing toddlers clinging to their parents)
Shouting gleefully,
Let me go to school!
Once there, you were not at on board with sharing the number one spot in line or sitting still for circle time.
And now you spin lines and color
Drawing is your meditation
And forging into a new world the strange hinterland before adulthood
Craving freedom without responsibility (who doesn't?)
And we stand proud and nervous honing that same instinct that had our arms outstretched, at the ready when you randomly jumped off the jungle jim...your little body 6 feet from the ground.
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 10:41 AM UTC
13 years since you entered the world
A little golden raisin
The doctor exclaiming how well developed you were
It was clear from the first belting scream
You'd be a force to be reckoned with
(May this carry you through)
And so happy was your belly giggle and sweet singing to yourself in your crib
Long sessions of puddle stomping and painting with food
There was no holding you back the first day of school (parting the sea of sobbing toddlers clinging to their parents)
Shouting gleefully,
Let me go to school!
Once there, you were not at on board with sharing the number one spot in line or sitting still for circle time.
And now you spin lines and color
Drawing is your meditation
And forging into a new world the strange hinterland before adulthood
Craving freedom without responsibility (who doesn't?)
And we stand proud and nervous honing that same instinct that had our arms outstretched, at the ready when you randomly jumped off the jungle jim...your little body 6 feet from the ground.
