Haikus from Home: Some Musings on Mothering

Dear Readers!

Here are a few brief poems composed largely - and with one hand - in the midst of mothering.  They come from a mixture of experience, hearsay, and conjecture about what it's like to have a wee little lass or lad in the family.  I hope that you will enjoy them!

Blessings.

New Parenthood: A Haiku on Falling Sta

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First child: sterilize!

Second: just soap is enough.

Third: did you lick it?

Chores and How Not To Do Them

Washing white laundry;

Finally - it’s dry! Baby

Spits up carrots. Sigh. 

Fifth Commandment

Baby is sleeping;

Stranger slams his car doors.

Try not to throw things.

Peace

Watching baby sleep;

Who knew perfection was so

Little and fuzzy?

Inevitable

New, beautiful child:

Only cries out and spits up

In church and the store.

Birth

First moment is here:

Look at those eyes! Depthless and

Eager to love you.

Growing

New mother cries out,

“I can’t do this!” Then baby

Smiles; she wants ten more.

Better Than A Raise

So tired and fighting

To nurse; baby snuggles close -

May all time be this!

The Joys of Life Go On

Dear Readers,

Forgive my absence, I pray!  

A strange, new, busy and beautiful time of life has struck: a brief while since, my husband and I welcomed a little daughter to our family.  

Below, then, are some thoughts that seemed fit for the occasion of my return amidst the great joys (and trials!) of raising her; I hope you will enjoy them.  I hope, too, that you may one day rejoice in the role of parent: truly, if you give yourself wholly and generously to this work, the rewards you reap will be beyond you.  Your children are your testament in time.  The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world, you know.  It is a blessing indeed.  

As to the poem, though it is uncharacteristically unrhymed, it is somewhat hyperbolic, though not in the lines where you will first think to find exaggeration.  Look deeper, reader.  You may see, if the eyes of your mind are unclouded.  Seek and ye shall find.

May Easter Blessings redound unto you and yours!

+JMJ+

Hidden

By Caitlin LoTruglio

Copyright 2018

For Anastasia

Holding you here –

The first place you ever were

When you came forth to greet us –

I begin to understand

You are more than the sum of two

An echo of the great I AM

Not merely innocent

Not merely perfection

Not merely young

Simply radiant

God’s castle blossoms in your soul –

Living stones.

My child –

Why does the whole world not rejoice?