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.
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆...
in the dimples on their faces.
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆...
in their sweet expressions when they fall asleep.
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆...
in the way they throw their heads back when they find something truly funny.
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆...
in their still-favorite blankets.
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆...
every time they choose to sit down beside me on the sofa to watch tv.
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆...
every time they put down their devices and pick up a guitar or pull out the piano bench.
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆...
no matter how old their current versions get.
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆...
even when they tower over me.
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆...
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
