Friday, 2 November 2012
My beautiful baby
I just couldn't stop crying, overwhelmed by exhaustion, relief, and joy. I had given birth alone of course, the father long gone.
I held her to me tightly, my beautiful baby.
I cleaned her, kissed her, wrapped her, and began life as a parent.
I kissed her and hugged her often, told her how much I loved her, every single day.
I watched her grow, felt the joy, the thrill, and the happiness of every small stage. The first time she rolled over, sat up on her own, learned to crawl, to totter, to walk, to run.
I paced through the nights cradling her through the painful teething times, rocking her, whispering to her, giving what comfort I could.
The weaning was a joy to watch, the transition from milk to solid something to behold.
Her first kill was amazing, less than two years old and already she could take down a full grown man.
She is magnificent, and when she's all grown up she will be unstoppable. My beautiful baby.
©2012 Stephen. J. Green.