Raising Cain: Thoughts on Motherhood
On Mother's Day And Everyday
A mother's hopes for her children.
Cuddling with our first-born son hours after his birth, my husband bent down to kiss his fuzzy (if somewhat pointed) head. He looked up, startled and asked, “My God, do they all smell like that?” New baby smell is so much better than new car smell. For months I snuggled, sniffed, and kissed tiny feet and hands. I nuzzled his neck under his double chins where it smelled faintly of sweet milk and baby powder- heavenly. Resistance was futile, and impossible in his case anyway. Until he learned to crawl. You think your children will always be yours, and they are in the sense that they were born from you—but all other ownership is null and void. As much as we want to wrap them in a cocoon and protect them from the world, they resist. They …
Patti Baratta
7:10 pm on Monday, May 2, 2011
Brought tears to my eyes! Beautiful! more ›