Hadley spelled this out the other day, and I thought it deserved a little tribute, in the style of Denise Huxtable and her poem “Their Love is Real.”
Indeed.
When she puts a Barbie Doll in my boot and neglets to tell me about it-
Hadley’s OK.
When she comes into our bedroom in the middle of the night to tell us her blankets fell off her bed-
Hadley’s OK.
When, after I’ve put on what I believe is a good lookin’ outfit, and she looks at me cautiously and says, “Mama, do you like the way you look? -
Hadley’s OK.
When it’s still dark, and I’m sound asleep, and she climbs on the bed and stands there until I realize some three foot being is standing above me -
Hadley’s OK.
When she asks if she can get a toy from a machine at a restaurant and Jesse asks, “Did you bring your allowance?” To which she replies, “Awwww shoot. I gave it to the church.” -
Hadley’s OK.
When she lets Harper choose the TV show they watch -
Hadley’s OK.
When she watches two kids walk into the library without their parents and asks, “Where is the mamma?” And I say, “They are old enough to go to the library without a parent.”
And she pauses, then says, “Mama, I’ll always want to be with you.” -
Hadley’s OK.
Awwwww! This is such a sweet post
Very sweet post! I often have a 3 ft. person staring at me in the dark too!
the end of that one made me cry. you have such a lovely way with words, callie. miss you.
I love this post. Smiles and tears in the space of a page! The allowance comment really cracked me up! That darn offering plate, it’ll get you every time.
I love this, and the tribute to Denise made me smile a a little harder.
Great post. I loved all the short stories you incorporated.