Yesterday was one of those sweet gifts in parenting when I had the time (took the time) to just stop and enjoy my son, letting him take the lead in play.
Such sweet inspiration…
“Roar and wrestle on the bed,
but always let me pin
you down, and Mommy, when I do
then toss me up again.”
A playful squeal, my cublet’s roar
collapses into giggles.
I answer back with joyful sound.
embracing his sweet wiggles.
A joy so pure, it nurtures me
and teaches me of love –
of sweet surrender, perfect trust
and what is born thereof.
A closeness that speaks not with words,
declaratives or wishes,
but rather beating heart on heart
and lion belly kisses.