I'd Rather - M. Gray

A recent post from my friend Gretchen reminded me of a poem shared in Childbirth Education classes that I adore:

I'd rather be a mother
Than anyone on earth
Bringing up a child or two
Of unpretentious birth.

I'd rather nurse a rosy babe
With warm lips on my breast
Than wear a queen's medallion
Above a heart less blest.

I'd rather tuck a little child
All safe and sound in bed -
Than twine a chain of diamonds
About my foolish head.

I'd rather wash a smudgy face
With round, bright baby eyes -
Than paint the pageantry of fame,
Or walk among the wise.

Letters to Hootwo - Busy Body

Hey baby. You are already so much busier than your big brother. We're in for it. I'm fairly certain you know the sound of Hootoo's voice: you get your dance moves on when he's close to you and babbling. We try to explain to him that you are coming, that there is a baby in my belly and that you will be here soon, when the snow comes. He doesn't get it. He just jabs a finger in my bellybutton and laughs.

You're 31 weeks old now.  We're hosting a party next weekend in anticipation of your arrival. It's going to be great, I'm sure you'll hear the crowd and the action. You've been treating me well, that works in your favour. I'll be keeping track on who is my favourite child, so you'd better start banking points now. Hootoo has a head start. 

Love you big,
xo
Yo Mama