I used to be so down on myself,

Until I saw myself in you,

How true you are,

How fresh and new,

How beautiful,

How full of life

And wild ideas.

Your eyes shine,

Your wide grin,

Your dirty face,

The bruises on your shins

From climbing trees,

The scabby knees,

The suntanned arms,

The charming way

You disarm me,

Just before you play 

A trick on me or tell a  joke,

Or poke me in the ribs.

How lucky I am to be your Mom!

You bring me home

To my own heart,

Where I start to understand

The grand designs

Of this great cosmic comedy.

To be a happy child

Like you,

To be a happy child

Like me,

Is exactly the way the world should be

Every day.

-jenn