Regan Long, writer for The Huffington Post, contributor for The Real Deal of Parenting, and loving mother recently shared a touching poem that she composed in honour of her child and their special bond.
Though no parent’s role in raising a kid is particularly easy, Long’s multitude of duties (both in the house and out) make it particularly difficult for her to bond with her child. That’s why, for Long, the little things often matter most. One of the most therapeutic, and loving ways in which this mother can bond with her daughter is to simply hold her.
When the two share a tender moment and a warm embrace, nothing else matters; the world around them seems to stop.
Parents, maybe you feel the same when you’re int he presence of your child, or maybe just taking the time to hold your son or daughter is something you’d like to start doing. In any case, we implore you to read the absolutely gorgeous poem that his busy mother took the time to dedicate to the bond she shares with her daughter.
Check out Long’s Facebook post to The Real Deal of Parenting, and be sure to read the poem in its entirety below:
Today my patience has run thin and all I could think about was having a few minutes to myself, but as you fell fast asleep on my chest, it was an easy choice despite a list of things needing to be done.
Because instead … I held you.
I was going to get the dishwasher unloaded and the overflowing pile in sink washed.
But instead I held you.
I was going to get the clothes folded that have been sitting in the dryer, refluffed one too many times. And I was going to rewash the laundry that sat wet over night.
But instead I held you.
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I was going to grab my two minute shower and if I was lucky, I was going to blow-dry my hair and maybe throw on a little makeup.
But instead I held you.
I was going to answer some work emails and respond to a few missed calls that have needed returned over the past 72 hours.
But instead I held you.
I was going to vacuum up the crunched mini wheats that you accidentally spread through the living room and stairwell, and likewise clean up some of the toys that are strewn in every room but the playroom.
But instead I held you.
I was going to get dinner in the crock pot and go through the pile of mail that has been sitting on the countertop since Monday.
But instead I held you.
I was going to carry you upstairs and lay you down as I was pretty certain you wouldn’t awake if I did. Maybe you would have been more comfortable in your bed?
But instead I held you.
You see, your little legs are already bunched up on the chair as it seems like it was just yesterday that your tiny toes were still resting upon my stomach.
Your tiny breaths and sweet hands fell so perfectly around me, yet soon you will prefer to stretch out in your own toddler bed.
It turns out that my plans for this time weren’t going to accomplish what I have right here in my arms.
I found my calm and the peace and the satisfaction right here, right now, because of one simple choice…
[H/T] The Huffington Post
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