Joys of Motherhood

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His tiny fingers
His legs
And his tiny mouth
As tiny as a nut

I dreamt all night
As I turned on my wet bed sheet
Covered with sweat
Every night I and the ball you created
Would roll out of the bed
To wet the bed sheet with water
So that when we lay, we are calm

Traditionally it happened
One cold afternoon
You were ready but I wasn't
You were happy, but I was more happy to get into my size 12

The grin that covered my face as I held you that afternoon is like a picture on the wall.