I tiptoe quietly in the dark
as I did when they slept in cribs – footed jammies, diapered bottoms in the air.
Now they sprawl, arms out or clutching
a doll, a blanket, a book.
In the light, they are my big kids
learning and growing,
astonishing and overwhelming me with insights and observations.
I marvel at them, watch them explore and discover.
But there in the quiet darkness
they are again – and always – my babies.
a woven tapestry
Monthly Archives: July 2011
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Philosophical Parenting: Letting Go
Welcome to the July Carnival of Natural Parenting: Parenting Philosophy This post was written for inclusion in the monthly Carnival of Natural Parenting hosted by Code Name: Mama and Hobo Mama. This month our participants have shared their parenting practices and how they fit in with their parenting purpose. Please read to the end to… Continue Reading
Food and Love
When I was about three, I landed in the hospital with an asthma attack. After doctors’ visits and traditional pharmaceuticals, my parents branched out and began investigating homeopathy and other alternatives. At some point, someone ran a cytotoxic screening1 and came up with a long list of allergies, and my parents set to work eliminating… Continue Reading
Branching Out
Not to run the tree theme into the ground, but I think I need to branch out here. Of course that was supposed to be the point — to write about the many and varied happenings and thoughts and general mish-mash — but so far I’ve just been sticking my toe out a little. Finding… Continue Reading