I look forward to The Colour Collaborative posts every month. It's a bloggy highlight of mine. This month's theme is 'bud.' Gillian's post included a poem by Sylvia Plath, a beautiful ode to her unborn child. It has stayed with me.
My baby is grown. There is no baby left, and yet he will always be the baby of the family. The youngest of three boys. From bud to bloom, he grows a little more every day. I have sat and watched him this week while he has been engaged in play. I look at his face as he concentrates on gluing and sticking. I laugh when he laughs at something funny. I wish I had written down all the topsy turvy way he has of expressing himself. I still scoop him up in a towel after a bath and carry him down the stairs, and yet he hasn't been perambulated for at least a year.
You're the top, Pops*.
Happy Mothering Sunday. Play it loud and sing along to Babs.
Leanne xx
*So are Sam & Alf. Of course they are. It goes without saying. But I respect their wish not to be written about here. So the love I write about for Pops is also for them. They're the top too.
happy mother's day lovely x
ReplyDeleteHappy Mothering Sunday Leanne, I hope you have a lovely day. Cx
ReplyDeleteSo sweet. He's growing right here on the blog, a little bit more all the time. Happy Mother's Day, Leanne.
ReplyDeleteThe littlest one will always be the baby won't he. Sometimes I think they quite like it too. Hope you had a lovely day Leanne. CJ xx
ReplyDeleteHope you had a great day Leanne X
ReplyDeleteHappy Mothers Day Leanne x x x
ReplyDeleteThat poem was thought provoking wasn't it. My own little man (his nickname still) is 25 and 6 feet tall but that changes nothing. Nobody has called me "mummy" for years and years yet I still stop when I hear someone calling. Your little one is gorgeous by the way.
ReplyDeleteI hope that you had a great mothers day!! Great use of the word "perambulated" I love words like that!! xx
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed looking up the poem from Gillian's blog too. hope you had a lovely day with all of your boys :)
ReplyDeleteOh that's lovely. I'm glad you like the poem. I am convinced I can still see traces of a toddler in Angus and am clinging on to this for dear life. I hope your mother's day was happy. x
ReplyDeleteYour pictures of Olly are wonderful I wish digital cameras had been around when mine were young. Moments such as these soon are gone and the expressions and smiles are just a distant memory. Sarah x
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post ... and of course all your boys are the tops, goes without saying x Seems to me you cherish every moment of their childhoods', which is just as it should be ... as my four gallop away into adulthood I realise how short the childhood years are
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