Today I join my fellow bloggers in "serving up a slice"
to the Slice of Life (SOL) community.
Thanks to Stacey, Betsy, Beth, Kathleen, Deb, Lisa, Melanie, and Lanny
for hosting this meeting place each day in March
and for nurturing our writing lives.
Alarm set for 5:15,
I wake at 4:45.
Sleep eludes me.
I grab my phone for
early morning slice wanderings.
I hear the shower downstairs
and so I head down
to make the requested
I wake at 4:45.
Sleep eludes me.
I grab my phone for
early morning slice wanderings.
I hear the shower downstairs
and so I head down
to make the requested
chocolate chip pancakes
for grown son's breakfast
before our early morning airport run.
Son answers
for grown son's breakfast
before our early morning airport run.
Son answers
call from wife on east coast
who reports rough night with Teddy (teething time).
Her middle of the night
query in Teddy's voice,
"Where's my Dad?"
And her answer,
"He's the sucker
who would hold
you all night."
I love seeing my son's joy
each time he's FaceTimed
with Teddy and wife.
This new role, him as Dad,
delights my mother heart!
And this morning
both of us watch
a sweet boy wrapped
in hooded towel
(nine month birthday today)
who escapes his towel
to crawl naked,
joyfully exploring his environment
without the encumbrance of clothes.
who escapes his towel
to crawl naked,
joyfully exploring his environment
without the encumbrance of clothes.
I spy the wet curls
my son has described.
Teddy examines shadows
my son has described.
Teddy examines shadows
across the room.
and then sits in striped shadow
to babble with Dad.
We bid goodbye to
sweet boy and his mama.
Such a pleasure
to be part of son’s
quick west coast visit
to meet new nephew, Jack!
Quick breakfast,
a couple of pics,
and grown-up sweet boy,
and his mama
and daddy
head to the airport.
Poetry seems to be the slice of the day. Leigh Anne Eck has a poem and I am offering one too. Ramona, I always love to hear about the family. Creating a poem about them is special.
ReplyDeleteMe, too! Ha.
DeleteA special poem with the little sweet boy and the big sweet boy both in it!
ReplyDeleteI can't believe he is ten months old already! What a moment to share with your own son - the joy of watching his own! This poem made me smile today!
ReplyDeleteOops, nine months. There's a reason I don't teach math!
DeleteThis is just so sweet Ramona! You are clearly loving grandmahood, and I can see why!
ReplyDeleteAw - this tugs at my heartstrings! I'm not rushing time, but I sure do look forward to having grandchildren someday, God willing!
ReplyDeleteIsn't it the best watching your son be an awesome dad? This poem of a son well loved (both generations) warms a mama's heart.
ReplyDeleteSuch love here. I had not thought of what that day might be like when my own sweet boy becomes a father (he just turned 18) sometime, perhaps in the future.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem.
I envy your opportunity to be a grandmom. I'm still waiting. I do marvel at the attention and love in the way my son treats his wife. We raised them well, I'd say. Thanks for sharing this special moment.
ReplyDeleteThis is so so so sweet! I too am filled with joy watching my son be a father! There is something about the way it connects us to the future that we nurtured.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a loving view, Ramona, watching and loving your grandson, but then the love flows toward your son. Beautiful.
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