A little poem that was floating around in my head at 4am this morning when I was feeding my little lady.
Dedicated to my body builder, our unreal experiences, those things no-one told us…
of the parental kind.
They lied but I still like it…
Early mornings,
Broken sleep,
Unmet expectations,
of the parental kind.
Blueberry purple stains,
Racing cars under feet,
Tantrums and melt downs,
of the parental kind.
Chocolate on elephants heads,
Shoes on the wrong feet,
Toilet train bribes,
of the parental kind.
Pancakes with lemon butter,
Animals at our local fair,
Train blurred moments,
of the parental kind.
Toys in our bed linen,
Bubbles in their bath,
Reading books by torchlight,
of the parental kind.
Lego built mansions,
Rolling down sand dunes,
Overwhelmed by little moments,
of the parental kind.
Loud lullabies at midnight,
Dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets,
Abney and Teal giggles,
of the parental kind.
Whispers saying I luff you,
Best friend promises by boys,
Golden hazed memories,
of the parental kind.
Not what we expected,
Many noises and patience required,
but overwhelmedly sublime privileges,
of the parental kind.
Dedicated to my Charl on this Fathers Day.
