My son.


You smell like a boy.
Not a baby, not a little boy.
But a real, stinky, sweaty boy.

Your hands are covered in dirt and grim.
Your cheeks are dusty,
Except for the tear tracks left from a now-forgotten playground tragedy.

It’s time for naps.
You’ve outgrown naps, but you still “rest”.
But today? Today you ask me to hold you.
How can I say no to that?

So we crawl into bed.
And I cradle both you and your sister in my arms.
And I realize that I am the luckiest person in the world.

You take your grimy, dirty hands and rub them across my cheeks.
You flutter your fingers over my closed eyelids
Just like I’ve done to you a thousand times.

And I completely don’t care about how dirty your hands are.
Or how my precious pillow is probably going to stink now.
All I think is, “I love you.”

And then I think, “I almost chose to check my email.”
I’m glad I didn’t.
The world can wait.

6 Responses to My son.
  1. Icy Blue
    June 26, 2009 | 12:21 am

    This is Beautiful and exactly what I needed tonight to keep me focused. It is so true. My little guy gets bigger and bigger. But those moments when he invites me in to just be with him, they ARE the moments of motherhood that I want to grasp on to and never let em go. Thank you for your poem. From one luckiest moms in the world to another. We are so, so amazingly lucky, blessed, given the love of these amazing children. Thank you. Elizabeth

  2. Jess
    June 26, 2009 | 12:39 am

    there is a reason why tucker’s my secret favorite (don’t tell Em or Luke), but he’s TUCKER….how can I not love him?

  3. Aunt Dianne
    June 26, 2009 | 3:33 pm

    He’s not only your son, but also your sun!

  4. Issa
    June 26, 2009 | 3:59 pm

    Totally crying over here. Beautiful.

    Gah, when do they stop smelling like baby boys? I need to know, so I can stop that nonsense over here.

  5. aleasha
    June 26, 2009 | 9:37 pm

    Beautiful! You are a fantastic mother! Thanks for your wonderful example!