04/28/2024
Even though my babies are now teenagers,
when I close my eyes I can hear the echoes of
the little children they used to be.
Because those little versions are still there.
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in the dimples on their faces.
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in their sweet expressions when they fall asleep.
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in the way they throw their heads back when they find something truly funny.
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in their still-favorite blankets.
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every time they choose to sit down beside me on the sofa to watch tv.
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every time they put down their devices and pick up a guitar or pull out the piano bench.
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no matter how old their current versions get.
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even when they tower over me.
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always.
And what a gift it is to watch the sweet merging of all those versions of my babies.
Words by: Changing Perspectives with Jenni Brennan
Art by: Art to Remember
