I lay abed, lazy, this morning,
My 7 year-old wrapped in my arms,
Answering myriad questions,
Curiosity, (her default position!),
Just one of her many sweet charms.
Questions and reasons for answers
Leading to topics anew,
Pride in her thoughtful responses, humour
At so young, so much known, so true.
I lay abed, glad of the chances
To inform inquisitive mind,
Not surprised in the least but delighted
Her queries help me to open and find
Fresh ways of seeing the present,
The past, the memories we’ve shared,
Future unfolding before us, my fruit,
My treasures not spared
In giving, receiving, in loving,
She warms right through to my core,
My youngest, my sweet little Anna,
One of seven I truly adore.
scottishmomus 
Beautifully put, and these moments are truely special as they never come back.
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No, you’re right they don’t. I’m always surprised by the occasions my kids remember as special when they didn’t seem to be at the time. Hot chocolate in their jammies round a brazier in the garden on an Autumn night; ghost stories round a camp fire in a Highland forest; making up songs and dances for the aunts and uncles. When they tell me these things they don’t necessarily match my own remembrances of special times. I guess for them, fun is the key element. That and feeling wrapped in love. Shit, gonna cry now. 😉
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I learned more from my children than they ever learned from me
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And I. Day and daily. However, I have been led to believe that I am not without influence in theirs. Albeit, sometimes, acknowledged with amazement on tbeir part. Great stuff, still surprising our off spring, eh? They astound me in their aptitude. Ain’t kids grand! ( So are we by the way!)
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spoken like a true teacher
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*nods* ( sagely!) 😉
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So sweet.
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My lovely lass. 🙂
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