--it is, how very
tremendously cute you are,
and how your little stinkerlings
climb all over me; their
trusting little Spirits drinking in all things, Daddy
And within you, dwells all of the
fullness of their childlike hope, ******
And within them dwells hope's fire--
aflame within each little set of eye's
sparkle
Yet, beautiful Mommy--
There is a brutality, embedded deeply into
God's Love
that all but compels me to call you out
on almost seemingly-random things:
things that push up (almost fiercely)
against all things within you, stubborn
but they benefit..
they benefit.
And you fight against me-- even to your own detriment,
and I am reminded then of the same fight shown-- emanating
from a young, forming child's spirit:
"No" is the first word that should
form freely
within the mouth of a young spirit,
aching deeply...
within the depths of the loved self
for the true meaning of the word,
Autonomy.
And there is no loss of love
in their little movements towards separateness
And there is no price to pay for speaking the truth in love
nor, is there a payment owed, for speaking it in defiance
and separateness, even to the point of eventual separation
need never have to come at the cost of love--
the truly-loved, freely formed, self
is a beautiful, magical thing to behold, indeed.
And your participation in to it all, little-one's sweet Mommy
is a celebration in itself.
those cute little yapperlies,
from a deeply-loved place- within their mommy's heart
are teaching me how to live again.
