Able to sit on your own –
were you able to do that yesterday?
– you play with your toys,
carefully scrutinizing each one,
as though you’re looking at it for the first time.
Your tiny hands
have learned to play your toy piano.
With each note,
you grin with pride and glee.
You look up at me,
as if to say, “Are you watching, Mama?”
I smile back with words of praise
and you squeal in delight
as you play your next song.
I stop what I’m doing
and watch you play.
I forget the laundry that needs folding,
the dishes that need washing,
the growing list of “to dos”
that suddenly seem less important.
All of it can wait.
But this?
This magic moment is to be treasured.
I sit on the floor next to you,
and together we make music.
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Cheryl started her blogging and freelance writing career in 2008. She has written articles for several blogs and websites, including 24/Savvy and InterfaithFamily.com. Shortly after moving back to the South, she turned her love of content writing and social media into a career in communications, currently serving as the Community Relations Director for a local non-profit. Prior to this career change, she enjoyed 10 years in education, both in the classroom and as a curriculum developer. When she isn't in front of her computer or cleaning up after her toddler, Cheryl can be found curled up with a book and a bowl of ice cream, or attempting to be artsy. Check out the Glantz'd Elsewhere page to see Cheryl's posts on local community blogs.
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This is the sweetest thing I’ve read in a long time. Brody is blessed to have been born into so much love.
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Thanks, Diane. We feel pretty blessed ourselves. 🙂
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That FACE! Oh my goodness. What a sweetheart. Love this.
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