~ Look Mommy! No Hands! ~*

You came into this world so tiny—So fragile
Indeed broken before you were even fully made
Born twelve weeks too soon and for all appearances sake
Declared dead before being given a chance at life
Doctors speaking at me as they looked right through me
Proclaiming you could never be
They said I should put you in a home and just walk away

But I fought, *and you fought harder— and you showed them
(Look mommy! No hands!)

Then the day came that was never supposed to come
I bundled you up, and took you out to the car, and took you home
I was so frightened I didn't sleep for a week
So terrified that I would wake to find you died in your sleep

But you were a tough one; a warrior really—
(Look Mommy! No hands!)

And every so often through the years, I would glance up
Just in time to hear those four little words that strike terror in the hearts of all moms—
Look Mommy! No Hands!

I should've known after all that you'd fought so hard to get through that you were
Stronger than average, and I should have more faith in you
But when you were all grown, and set out on your own (I grieved tremendously)
Now I'm so proud of you and the man you've become
& your shenanigans no longer shock me—
"Look Mom! No hands!"

As you're running backwards & blind-folded,
over a bed of hot coals,
with rusty scissors,
While drinking from the carton
and leaving the fridge door open…

~Look Mom! No hands!~  

…LOL, son—LOL!    I love you!