My Universe

When one small child gives you will to live, will to survive, and will to thrive, you can bet they'll be inspiration for random thoughts of love and gratitude that long to be written down onto blank notebook pages - so one day the small child can read about how truly loved he is.

There he sits –

My heart outside of my body,

Beating its own drum.

A piece of my soul,

Created into a new one,

As fresh and alive as the morning’s first glimpse of the sun,

With its own potential, desires, passions, and goals.

With its own superpowers.

He loves, he laughs, he grows in his own extraordinary way,

My red mixed with his dad’s blue –

A shade of purple that is far more perfect than I could have imagined.

And those eyes,

Those soft brown eyes,

Contrasting perfectly next to his surprisingly blonde hair,

They blink, waiting –

Looking up at me as if I am The Universe,

Waiting for me to make the right move.

And those little ears,

Waiting for me to say the right thing.

And those little feet,

Waiting for my footsteps to lead him in the right direction,

On the right path,

Where there is safety, opportunity, and freedom,

Where knowledge is power, peace brings happiness, and love is warm, welcoming, and wholesome.

There he sits –

My precious boy,

Believing that I will be the best that I can be,

For isn’t that the definition of Mom?

And I will be the best that I can be,

So my future superhero

That has grown so big already,

Can follow in my footsteps

And become a Universe of his own someday.

Little does he know,

He’s already mine.