My daughter, TPot, wrote this
for our little Ria when
she was just two or three years old.
It is so easy to get "left out" when
you are the middle child.
You are overshadowed by the older sibiling
and out-cuted by the younger one.
I thought you might enjoy
to Ria- the middle child
A Mother's Letter To Her Child
Here she is-still in Mama's tummy
and being loved on by big sissy, Lulu.
Little wonder, curls galore
Crawling ‘round the nursery floor.
Sippy cup just out of reach
Pull yourself up on dimpled feet.
Big sister chasing you…delight.
Shoo Fly Shoo! You scream with fright.
Soapy hands wash your cheeks
Full of food, it seems for weeks.
“Monster Laugh” makes everyone smile
You keep on doing it for awhile.
The kitchen floor, your favorite spot.
To bang, and sing and play with pots.
On with the tutu’s, Christmas lights
Finally! Sleeping through the night.
Thumb in your mouth, while you rub your nose
Sweet puckered lips, color of a rose.
“What a beautiful child!” (Even strangers say)
We seem to hear most every day.
“She’s going to be a charmer!” Boys Beware!
Daddy will protect her, he’s not afraid to scare.
His gun collection will move to the front hall
And will show off proudly to the boys who call.
Time passes so quickly, it never stops ticking away
You keep getting bigger, but on my lap you still lay.
Only moments ago, you were just a baby.
Can we have you a little longer, please? Maybe?
You’ve grown so fast, time won’t slow
Stay our baby-girl, don’t be quick to grow.
A love so deep we have to show
A love only your parents can know.
As you start to grace the world with the light you carry,
(Even though you still believe in magic and fairies)
We can’t wait to share the secret we have always held dear
That we are raising a child, beautiful beyond a mirror.