This was originally written for my son’s eighth birthday…
For a long time you were just a dream.
The dream from which I could not awake…
that taught patience.
that was worth the wait.
You are my first born.
The wiggling recipient of first-time mothering…
of underwhelming technique.
of overwhelming love.
For a time you were my only dream.
Then more dreams became your brothers…
to divide my attention.
to multiply my love.
You are my original dream.
The dream that I get to live everyday…
to wake and keep dreaming.
to hug and kiss in wiggling resistance.
Holly is a DFW mom who despite being levelheaded prior to kids now is reduced to tears during Hallmark commercials.