To baby

Pause. A beautiful pause. My baby is two years old today <January 10, 2018> and I remember that powerful night, alone, then together, in our room at this wonderful Cowansville hospital, friendly to babies, dads, and moms, which welcomed me for my three deliveries. All three unique because we respected the mother in me who wanted calm, subdued lighting, to choose my positions, my ways. We also respected the time the little one takes. Because we want to see him right next to us to comfort him as much as we want, offering us to sleep with him, dad too, even though a double bed can be requested for the occasion. So you can see where my inspiration comes from? Guided by doctor mothers and nurses with a gentleness that we don't want to leave.
What a great night that was two years ago. I told you about it here . I relive it so often when I snuggle up to my baby at night. Yes, I still carry and "co-sleep" and I cherish, blessed to be encouraged by my lover to watch over the older one, me over the younger one. And to feel him. To enjoy him as much when his energy overflows during the day, as at night when he calms down deeply.

Thank you life and happy birthday darling.

I also thank you for having built with the family, for creating, as with your elders, without leaving you. For having adapted my life to yours, to yours. For having listened to my mother's heart which wished to remain with you, thus crossing years of involuntary simplicity to know an unfolding in an abundance without words because this one is made of time with my loves and nothing in the world is more precious. It is only necessary to take it.

I love our moments of dancing, my love (no matter the moment, this is how you show me to appreciate) and then you call your family to dance with us. I love your dazzling smile that describes your happiness. I love accompanying you in your invented games and seeing your dexterity. I love all those words you throw out and your precious speeches: you speak, speak, speak with your own language adorned with all its intonations & emotions that you communicate to us so well. I love how you appreciate company, how you will say "hello" and "no thank you", how you count on the stairs, surprising me recently with English numbers. How you run from point A to B. How you climb everything until exhaustion!

You exclaim and my happiness arrives. You look at me and I am conquered. You cuddle and I melt. Again and again. And I will ask for more.

Thank you life and happy birthday, darling. May we live so close, for a long, very long time, because yes, it goes by quickly.

You can't waste love and time and enjoy them too much. We agree, as the doctor mothers of Cowansville told me 15 years ago, that comforted in this way, the child turns to life to emancipate himself.