I can NOT help but think when I see you just DIGGING.. I MEAN REALLY DIG GING... sand UNDERNEATH your nails.. mud.
dirty.. you even took off your own shoes.. to dump out sand..
HOW good this is for you.. for me.. to just let you be.. a child.....
I think back to when I just had one.. even two.. I would be right there.. up in their business.. cleaning.. wiping.... cleaning.. stressing..cleaning wiping.. then finally saying AHHHH lets do something less dirty.....
THEN to have other more mature mothers.. say things like.. when you have more you just relax......
excuse me.. I will NOT relax.. I will not be less of a mother to the children to follow.. they will... I SAY THEY WILL get the same love.. attention.. attentiveness. as my first..
oh to the unknowing... to the naive.. to the STUPID...... it feels good to be some what trapped... I have a sleeping ozzy on me.. I have to keep my eye on the boys.... make sure.. I see everyone every few moments..... so you.. you... shall dig.... please dig.. enjoy being you.... as a child.. it only happens once.. and I blink my eyes.. you will be grown up.... I will be sad.. I will long for the digging........ I dearly LOVE you.... truly I do.....