Ruminations - I Hope I Remember...

Tonight as I "rocked" my little daughter after a long but good day at the pediatric clinic, I held her tiny little hand in mine and listened to the sound of her sucking her thumb. She's still quite a wiggle worm so all these thoughts occurred to me within seconds. Amazing how the brain works. 

I hope I can remember...

I hope I can remember these tiny, soft hands and chubby Flintstone feet,

and breath so sweaty sweet.

I hope I can remember nursing my tiny babes and their favorite solid foods -

sweets for her, salty for him  - suit their moods.

I hope I can remember playing trains, tea parties, pretend forts, stacking blocks,

and Bebe Sister wearing snowmen socks.

I hope I can remember bed head hair and rosy cheeks after a nap, 

and snuggles on my lap.

I hope I can remember the pitter patter of little feet 

padding along the wood floors so sweet.

I hope I can remember little voices saying blue, ye-ah, duck, balls,

and non-stop questions filling the halls.

I hope I can remember crayons, coloring, play dough, painted hand prints, 

and various other artistic stints. 

I hope I can remember reading favorite stories before bedtime in the room, - 

especially the ever popular Good Night Moon.

I know I will always be grateful for this honor and call,

being their mother is best of all.

I know some day I'll be old and sitting in a rocking chair remembering these days. I just want to snap shot these memories so I can revisit them in my elderly days - knowing these really were the days.