You…my little laugh,
my Happy, and sometimes my sad.
My run into my arms reminder that Im a safe place.
You’re the “go away Mommy!” You need your space.
The little mirror that shows me my ways.
A copy cat who repeats every phrase.
My eventual forgiveness. A special kind of grace.
You see me as beautiful. I can see it in your face.
In you, is your father. In you, is me.
It’s a wonderful mix for the whole world to see.
You are my daughter. You are my son.
I am your beginning. You are my fun.
You are my sunshine, my intrigue, and whirling outer space.
Your voice is my rhythm, and a sporadic embrace.
You are my puddle jumper. I am your towel.
You are my hopeful destroying my scowl.
You are my wounding. I am your skeptic.
You are my jolly, and healing antiseptic.
You are my laughing. My lets play instead.
I am your tired and time to go to bed.
You are my dancing in the light of the kitchen.
You are my buddy, my Paw Patrol Mission.
I am your Mother. You are my Sprout.
You are my faith that shatters my doubt.