20/02/2025
Do I miss having babies?
Their milk rounded bellies and peach fuzz cheeks,
Nestled in like baby birds, snug at my breast.
Yes, there are times when I’ve had a little weep.
When I folded away worn soft onesies,
And gave away cots.
I get a little heart tug when I catch a glimpse of a golden curled head leant against a mother’s knee, or hear the chortle of a two year old.
But I don’t miss the sand gritty eyes of no sleep, nor the milk sweat sheets. I don’t miss the churning anxiety of what do I do now?
Now, my heart swells with such pride at these people I made. At their long limbed realness, at their ideas and their humour. At their kindness and their compassion.
Oh the JOY of telling them to drive to the shops to buy me chocolate.
So when people tell you that it gets harder! Wait till they’re teenagers!
You’ll miss this stage!
Just think to yourself, you’re full of s**t.