Beautiful and bitter-sweet and true. Sometimes I look at my oldest boy (almost 13) and can’t believe it. But sometimes, there is something in his smile that still shows me the toddler he once was. And in the evening, when he says good-night, he still is my little one. At least for a bit.
Until the sun rises
again.
This is so passionate. I absolutely love this.
Thank you so much, Tiffany. Yes, strong feelings when it comes to your child.
Yes, so succinctly put to words. It’s the most powerful feeling a woman can manifest. Our children are our air. Being a mum is the best thing I could ever do with my life. Thank you.
Air. YES.
Xxx
hugs your way Xxx
Hauntingly beautiful lines. The gist of it is what my mother keeps telling me 🙂
No matter what happens or where you go (and you have gone many places), you will always have One mother who is always looking at you.
Truer words were never spoken. xx
He has a kind face……..
‘You cut yourself on my edges……….’
No explanation needed there. Nice work D. 😉
*LaUgH* Oh boy, from such a distance, you KNOW. Pity the boy, Jack.
(And that’s one of his more solemn faces.)
This is a poignant tribute to your son and growing up. I especially like the last few lines D. The poet returns! ❤
I hope he agrees with the closing, B. And I’m not sure how it happened, but yes, she’s back. =)
Yay!
I remember the pain that nailed me when my eldest refused to hold my hand as we prayed around the dinner table. He was almost a teen, but he had finally freed himself of depending on my hand for patience to sit still through the prayers. Today he is my most ardent supporter.
I love that, Beth. That he came back to you.
Incredibly powerful poem. Every mother out there should read this–so good it is. It was even better when I read it the second time!
Thank you so much for sharing. 🙂
No higher praise than a second read. Thank you so much, Paul.
Trust me – your son will treasure this poem forever. Maybe not right away but it will happen.
Thank you, sweet friend. I pray he forgives me my sins.
I am not a mother, so I can’t say I feel it like a mother would, but I see this with my baby sister, she’s like a daughter to me, in fact my boyfriend and I call her our first child. In truth, she will always remain that way to me, my ‘baby’ sister, my first child, even when she fully becomes a grown woman, great in her own path and with kids of her own because one of her big dreams is having kids she can play dress up with.
I get it because I grew up helping to care for my cousin’s girls. I wanted to adopt them. Thanks for connecting.
Love you too Unnie! I always wanted to adopt you as my older sister!!❤️
*smile* Just saw the group photo from Liv’s before I had to hop off in the multitasking. So wished we were part of it. You look wonderful and the little man, so well taken care of.
When I put up this comment, I saw you in my memory, younger than Teddy. I am speechless: speed of light, speed of time, same thing.
Beautifully expressed, Diana. I have one turning 12, next week. “Time keeps on slippin, slippin, slippin…”
12 already. I’m sure you’ve a tall celebration order on your plate. I ran ragged preparing for his big 10th party not long ago. Cherish the suffering. =)
Excellent, Diana!
-Alan
Thank you for bearing witness, Alan.
X-SILL-ON-TEI!
This earned that last syllable. =) I greatly value the appreciation of readers who are not themselves parents.
I am so moved by your poem! I see myself and my children here, clear as day.
Please, keep writing!
Aww, thank you, Gina. I’m glad this resonated and I appreciate the encouragement. Will try to listen. =)
😀
Beautifully written. Rings true for me, too, Legos and all.
It’s those tiny pieces for the intricate spacecraft. Beyond me. But of course more than that, he is becoming his own person, seeking to define himself away from Mom.
Lovely words. In a blink of an eye! 😃
Only a measure of how fast we are aging, of course,
Totally! 😄
Wow, I love this Diana. ‘I’ve been in every page of your history’, the play on mother and other, ‘I come with a whole life I lived before you’ – so many powerful words and phrases here and when he’s old enough, I’m sure he’ll appreciate the strength, sass and love that are in this poem.
I have to say I’m so pleased to feel your pleasure and appreciation of this one, Andrea. Sassy was my nickname in middle school so I’m glad that’s the word that came to mind. =)
Xxxx
D.
I sympathize!
I knOw yours will see your poetry in the mirror. =) It’s comforting to know I’m not the only mother kids want to run from.
This piece…as beautiful as the son you wrote it for, D. Just lovely…sunrise, sunset.
And, no matter how hard we try to smooth out those edges, they will cut themselves, and you will be forgiven.
In the round table discussion on happiness and relationships I referred to earlier in the yr (including the guy who wrote Why You Will Marry the Wrong Person), one of the “experts” said you never get out of love alive. This is true in parenting as well, and on both sides of the fence.
This unworthy woman is grateful for the witness and even more, the absolution, V.
Gorgeous. Wait, let me say it again. Gorgeous! And I rarely use exclamation marks:). Our job is to make them strong enough to leave us. And yet, while they are becoming so–they hold onto our strength. It is such a hard balance on both ends. Thank you for putting some magic and beauty into it for us.
I’m not sure which one I am more honored by – the repeat commendation or the exclamation!
We are first their rock
and then their stepping stone.
Thank you so much for walking alongside, K.
This could only have been written by a mother–especially a mother of a son. Great words, Diana.
I feel the heart in the heartfelt feedback, friend. Thank you so much for your time and encouragement.
This is beautiful and that word doesn’t begin to describe it. All I know is I need to call my mother tomorrow.
My turn to fumble, JC. I am so happy to hear that, as it was my hope that people wouldn’t read this simply as one mother’s story but also think of their child, and their mother. Thank you so much for letting me know.
Xxxxx
Make the most of the remaining time he will be under your care. They do grow up too quickly. However you will have a host of happy memories to recall when he marries and moves away . He will always cherish the moments you spent with him as he grew to manhood.
Will do, Ian. Thank you.
The young ones are never truly lost. They’re on an adventure us adults can’t accompany them because we’ve been there ourselves and can only return during our next incarnation.
See you then!
I appreciate the encouragement. All the education in the world can (will) still bring one up short when it comes to parenting.
Moving, and true! And now we have the litle grandson to get to know …
Wonderful. I am told that is better than parenting!
Time flies faster in the 21st century. Days flicker like fireflies. I see kids born the other day graduating and I try not to think of where the time went, or how old I have become.
Mmm….I think you’re right about the postmodern speed of time, Peter. We demand that everything be instant, and well, we’re getting it.
LOVE This!! I feel your heart and so identify!
=)
This is so special. And warm. As a parent I often have found myself lamenting the truth about blinking and finding all is going by so rapidly. And then, there are times when the warmth grows even more mellow and sweet if you extend the blink, close your eyes, and savor.
And then there are the spaces of confusion and falling short and wishing you weren’t so much like your mother as a parent.
My daughter-in-law is reeling from her eighteen year old’s departure to college. He is her first child and my first grandchild. I can see her and my grandson living out your poem from different points of view. Thanks for your heart-piercing and beautiful poem.
I can’t imagine what that day will be like for me. I want to express condolences to your
D-i-L =) but of course it is a good and necessary thing for him to have set out to forge his own way. Thank you for the generous sentiments.
Our kids are well in to adulthood, now, D, in their 40s. And yet they keep in touch and show their love. And they don’t hesitate calling for a good mom talk when they hurt. They had to establish who they were, they suffered teenage angst, they’ve made the good and bad decisions we all do. But the best thing we ever did was to let them run free and be supportive when support was needed. –Curt
I love how they still lean on Mom when in need. Thk u for holding up this beautiful picture to our future.
It never goes away, as fas as I can tell, D.
Heart felt thus true -beautiful lines about this love between mother and son. Thank you! 💕
Hi Susan, I was thinking of you, actually. =) Thank you for sharing in this.
Teddy is only one, but I already feel he is too independent!.. This poem almost made me cry, I had to share it.
I went on your page to see if you put it out bc this got crazy FB views. I didn’t see it but I am a clunk on FB and anything outside this blog. Oh my, too independent at hiS age?? My condolences….lol. He must have a lot of your mom in him. =) Time for another one (and more heartache). *kiss*
A most touching post Diana. Keep this for your son and show it to him again in 20 years. 🙂 xx
He smiled at the end, said he liked it. In his teens, he won’t like it. Twenty yrs down, he will finally understand it and change his mind. Thanks, D.
Exactly! 🙂
You are are a special soul, Diana, and are talented beyond belief. Though I am not a mother, you made me feel, and for a brief moment made me understand the connection between a mother and her child. Bravo. ❤️
What does one say to this? Profound appreciation, Tanya, and the privilege was mine. Thank you so much for letting me know.
Beautiful poem! We never truly “have” our children; they are borrowed to us for loving, caring constant gardening till they bloom and fly on their on wings.
That is right. We are stewards who’re to raise them in what is right so they can find their own ground. Thank you. I appreciate the follow. Welcome! =)
Lovely
Thank you.
[…] losing you […]
Thank you. Glad you appreciated it.
You have created a superlative poem about motherhood. “Try erasing me and, my love, you will disappear” is extremely powerful and, I have found, true.
Who wouldn’t cherish such feedback? Thank you so much for your thoughtful time, Harry. I value knowing which lines did what in the poem.
Actually, your poem says as much about “son-hood” as it does about motherhood. “The son is father of the mother”?
I had also wanted to say I am so pleased for the men who got a lot out of this poem bc yes, it speaks as much about sonship. Thank you, Harry.
Most lovely poem dt show d immortal love between mother n baby.unforgettable relation..
Thank you. That umbilical cord is a profound metaphor.
You are most welcome,dear!!
Oh God. This is so so painfully beautiful ! Especially the last line hits hard !
Thank you, dear Z. Have to say…I love that as a writer. Thx so much for letting me in on how it hit you.
Xxx
Diana
[…] losing you […]
Thank you. =)
Boom – between the eyes and through the solar plexus. This filled me up and made me look back at how I viewed my mother then and now and you strike so many moments. This truly made me smile and your writing is breathtaking. Thank you for this morning smile.
Solar Plexus is serious. =) So glad this resonated (so the push-pull, want-don’twantMom is normal??!!)
I’m on an invisible thread connected to my Mum, I swear I feel her tug it if I forget to call 🙂 xox
Ha ha ha. Sounds like a mother to me. Some moms send magic bowls of soup sliding down the line when their kids are hungry. =) (I agree. We need to stop, and let ’em feed themselves.)
Beautiful and sad. They grow up so fast, and I wonder where that adorable four-year-old who held my hand so tightly has gone.
He has to grow up sometime, sure and strong to be able to hold his own four-yr-old’s hand.
Moving and powerful! Hits the gut…hard. Beautiful.
Thanks, Stephanie.
Beautiful words, so eloquent and authentic, a heart-felt poem. Although I do not have children I can empathise with your feelings. It must be hard to let go, but any parent’s duty is to educate for autonomy. You are indeed teaching your child to fly the nest. I am sure you are doing the right thing and for that the last two lines of the poem could not better expressed, they make perfect sense.
As a parent, there are seasons when you feel you’re never doing the right thing. Thank you.
You are welcome.
So beautiful, Diana. The love between mother and child is best expressed in the imagery of poetry. We have to let them go, and live for the days they come back. ❤
Mmm. I like that, that poetry best captures some things. Of course the gains are immeasurable, but so much loss.
This is wonderful and true! I absolutely love this!
Thanks, Sharon. I’ll take the heartfelt read. =)
You write very well about emotions a nd relationships. Thanks for share
Thank you for the support, Walter.
Oh, this is just beautiful!!
Thank you so much. =)
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so sweet. They grow up so fast.
You blink and 10 yrs have gone.
Beautiful and bitter-sweet and true. Sometimes I look at my oldest boy (almost 13) and can’t believe it. But sometimes, there is something in his smile that still shows me the toddler he once was. And in the evening, when he says good-night, he still is my little one. At least for a bit.
Until the sun rises
again.
This is so passionate. I absolutely love this.
Thank you so much, Tiffany. Yes, strong feelings when it comes to your child.
Yes, so succinctly put to words. It’s the most powerful feeling a woman can manifest. Our children are our air. Being a mum is the best thing I could ever do with my life. Thank you.
Air. YES.
Xxx
hugs your way Xxx
Hauntingly beautiful lines. The gist of it is what my mother keeps telling me 🙂
No matter what happens or where you go (and you have gone many places), you will always have One mother who is always looking at you.
Truer words were never spoken. xx
He has a kind face……..
‘You cut yourself on my edges……….’
No explanation needed there. Nice work D. 😉
*LaUgH* Oh boy, from such a distance, you KNOW. Pity the boy, Jack.
(And that’s one of his more solemn faces.)
This is a poignant tribute to your son and growing up. I especially like the last few lines D. The poet returns! ❤
I hope he agrees with the closing, B. And I’m not sure how it happened, but yes, she’s back. =)
Yay!
I remember the pain that nailed me when my eldest refused to hold my hand as we prayed around the dinner table. He was almost a teen, but he had finally freed himself of depending on my hand for patience to sit still through the prayers. Today he is my most ardent supporter.
I love that, Beth. That he came back to you.
Incredibly powerful poem. Every mother out there should read this–so good it is. It was even better when I read it the second time!
Thank you so much for sharing. 🙂
No higher praise than a second read. Thank you so much, Paul.
Trust me – your son will treasure this poem forever. Maybe not right away but it will happen.
Thank you, sweet friend. I pray he forgives me my sins.
I am not a mother, so I can’t say I feel it like a mother would, but I see this with my baby sister, she’s like a daughter to me, in fact my boyfriend and I call her our first child. In truth, she will always remain that way to me, my ‘baby’ sister, my first child, even when she fully becomes a grown woman, great in her own path and with kids of her own because one of her big dreams is having kids she can play dress up with.
I get it because I grew up helping to care for my cousin’s girls. I wanted to adopt them. Thanks for connecting.
Love you too Unnie! I always wanted to adopt you as my older sister!!❤️
*smile* Just saw the group photo from Liv’s before I had to hop off in the multitasking. So wished we were part of it. You look wonderful and the little man, so well taken care of.
When I put up this comment, I saw you in my memory, younger than Teddy. I am speechless: speed of light, speed of time, same thing.
Beautifully expressed, Diana. I have one turning 12, next week. “Time keeps on slippin, slippin, slippin…”
12 already. I’m sure you’ve a tall celebration order on your plate. I ran ragged preparing for his big 10th party not long ago. Cherish the suffering. =)
Excellent, Diana!
-Alan
Thank you for bearing witness, Alan.
X-SILL-ON-TEI!
This earned that last syllable. =) I greatly value the appreciation of readers who are not themselves parents.
I am so moved by your poem! I see myself and my children here, clear as day.
Please, keep writing!
Aww, thank you, Gina. I’m glad this resonated and I appreciate the encouragement. Will try to listen. =)
😀
Beautifully written. Rings true for me, too, Legos and all.
It’s those tiny pieces for the intricate spacecraft. Beyond me. But of course more than that, he is becoming his own person, seeking to define himself away from Mom.
Lovely words. In a blink of an eye! 😃
Only a measure of how fast we are aging, of course,
Totally! 😄
Wow, I love this Diana. ‘I’ve been in every page of your history’, the play on mother and other, ‘I come with a whole life I lived before you’ – so many powerful words and phrases here and when he’s old enough, I’m sure he’ll appreciate the strength, sass and love that are in this poem.
I have to say I’m so pleased to feel your pleasure and appreciation of this one, Andrea. Sassy was my nickname in middle school so I’m glad that’s the word that came to mind. =)
Xxxx
D.
I sympathize!
I knOw yours will see your poetry in the mirror. =) It’s comforting to know I’m not the only mother kids want to run from.
This piece…as beautiful as the son you wrote it for, D. Just lovely…sunrise, sunset.
And, no matter how hard we try to smooth out those edges, they will cut themselves, and you will be forgiven.
In the round table discussion on happiness and relationships I referred to earlier in the yr (including the guy who wrote Why You Will Marry the Wrong Person), one of the “experts” said you never get out of love alive. This is true in parenting as well, and on both sides of the fence.
This unworthy woman is grateful for the witness and even more, the absolution, V.
Gorgeous. Wait, let me say it again. Gorgeous! And I rarely use exclamation marks:). Our job is to make them strong enough to leave us. And yet, while they are becoming so–they hold onto our strength. It is such a hard balance on both ends. Thank you for putting some magic and beauty into it for us.
I’m not sure which one I am more honored by – the repeat commendation or the exclamation!
We are first their rock
and then their stepping stone.
Thank you so much for walking alongside, K.
This could only have been written by a mother–especially a mother of a son. Great words, Diana.
I feel the heart in the heartfelt feedback, friend. Thank you so much for your time and encouragement.
This is beautiful and that word doesn’t begin to describe it. All I know is I need to call my mother tomorrow.
My turn to fumble, JC. I am so happy to hear that, as it was my hope that people wouldn’t read this simply as one mother’s story but also think of their child, and their mother. Thank you so much for letting me know.
Xxxxx
Make the most of the remaining time he will be under your care. They do grow up too quickly. However you will have a host of happy memories to recall when he marries and moves away . He will always cherish the moments you spent with him as he grew to manhood.
Will do, Ian. Thank you.
The young ones are never truly lost. They’re on an adventure us adults can’t accompany them because we’ve been there ourselves and can only return during our next incarnation.
See you then!
I appreciate the encouragement. All the education in the world can (will) still bring one up short when it comes to parenting.
Moving, and true! And now we have the litle grandson to get to know …
Wonderful. I am told that is better than parenting!
Time flies faster in the 21st century. Days flicker like fireflies. I see kids born the other day graduating and I try not to think of where the time went, or how old I have become.
Mmm….I think you’re right about the postmodern speed of time, Peter. We demand that everything be instant, and well, we’re getting it.
LOVE This!! I feel your heart and so identify!
=)
This is so special. And warm. As a parent I often have found myself lamenting the truth about blinking and finding all is going by so rapidly. And then, there are times when the warmth grows even more mellow and sweet if you extend the blink, close your eyes, and savor.
And then there are the spaces of confusion and falling short and wishing you weren’t so much like your mother as a parent.
My daughter-in-law is reeling from her eighteen year old’s departure to college. He is her first child and my first grandchild. I can see her and my grandson living out your poem from different points of view. Thanks for your heart-piercing and beautiful poem.
I can’t imagine what that day will be like for me. I want to express condolences to your
D-i-L =) but of course it is a good and necessary thing for him to have set out to forge his own way. Thank you for the generous sentiments.
Our kids are well in to adulthood, now, D, in their 40s. And yet they keep in touch and show their love. And they don’t hesitate calling for a good mom talk when they hurt. They had to establish who they were, they suffered teenage angst, they’ve made the good and bad decisions we all do. But the best thing we ever did was to let them run free and be supportive when support was needed. –Curt
I love how they still lean on Mom when in need. Thk u for holding up this beautiful picture to our future.
It never goes away, as fas as I can tell, D.
Heart felt thus true -beautiful lines about this love between mother and son. Thank you! 💕
Hi Susan, I was thinking of you, actually. =) Thank you for sharing in this.
Teddy is only one, but I already feel he is too independent!.. This poem almost made me cry, I had to share it.
I went on your page to see if you put it out bc this got crazy FB views. I didn’t see it but I am a clunk on FB and anything outside this blog. Oh my, too independent at hiS age?? My condolences….lol. He must have a lot of your mom in him. =) Time for another one (and more heartache). *kiss*
A most touching post Diana. Keep this for your son and show it to him again in 20 years. 🙂 xx
He smiled at the end, said he liked it. In his teens, he won’t like it. Twenty yrs down, he will finally understand it and change his mind. Thanks, D.
Exactly! 🙂
You are are a special soul, Diana, and are talented beyond belief. Though I am not a mother, you made me feel, and for a brief moment made me understand the connection between a mother and her child. Bravo. ❤️
What does one say to this? Profound appreciation, Tanya, and the privilege was mine. Thank you so much for letting me know.
Beautiful poem! We never truly “have” our children; they are borrowed to us for loving, caring constant gardening till they bloom and fly on their on wings.
That is right. We are stewards who’re to raise them in what is right so they can find their own ground. Thank you. I appreciate the follow. Welcome! =)
Lovely
Thank you.
[…] losing you […]
Thank you. Glad you appreciated it.
You have created a superlative poem about motherhood. “Try erasing me and, my love, you will disappear” is extremely powerful and, I have found, true.
Who wouldn’t cherish such feedback? Thank you so much for your thoughtful time, Harry. I value knowing which lines did what in the poem.
Actually, your poem says as much about “son-hood” as it does about motherhood. “The son is father of the mother”?
I had also wanted to say I am so pleased for the men who got a lot out of this poem bc yes, it speaks as much about sonship. Thank you, Harry.
Most lovely poem dt show d immortal love between mother n baby.unforgettable relation..
Thank you. That umbilical cord is a profound metaphor.
You are most welcome,dear!!
Oh God. This is so so painfully beautiful ! Especially the last line hits hard !
Thank you, dear Z. Have to say…I love that as a writer. Thx so much for letting me in on how it hit you.
Xxx
Diana
[…] losing you […]
Thank you. =)
I’m on an invisible thread connected to my Mum, I swear I feel her tug it if I forget to call 🙂 xox
Ha ha ha. Sounds like a mother to me. Some moms send magic bowls of soup sliding down the line when their kids are hungry. =) (I agree. We need to stop, and let ’em feed themselves.)
Beautiful and sad. They grow up so fast, and I wonder where that adorable four-year-old who held my hand so tightly has gone.
He has to grow up sometime, sure and strong to be able to hold his own four-yr-old’s hand.
Moving and powerful! Hits the gut…hard. Beautiful.
Thanks, Stephanie.
Beautiful words, so eloquent and authentic, a heart-felt poem. Although I do not have children I can empathise with your feelings. It must be hard to let go, but any parent’s duty is to educate for autonomy. You are indeed teaching your child to fly the nest. I am sure you are doing the right thing and for that the last two lines of the poem could not better expressed, they make perfect sense.
As a parent, there are seasons when you feel you’re never doing the right thing. Thank you.
You are welcome.
So beautiful, Diana. The love between mother and child is best expressed in the imagery of poetry. We have to let them go, and live for the days they come back. ❤
Mmm. I like that, that poetry best captures some things. Of course the gains are immeasurable, but so much loss.
This is wonderful and true! I absolutely love this!
Thanks, Sharon. I’ll take the heartfelt read. =)
You write very well about emotions a nd relationships. Thanks for share
Thank you for the support, Walter.
Oh, this is just beautiful!!
Thank you so much. =)