Reflections on Mommyhood

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The Presence
Time Bomb
Wolf, Wolf
Rough Passage
The Newborn
Garage Sales and Baby
Mom's Conflict
Another Battle
The Transformation
My Child
Vacation with Baby
Busy Baby
The Battle
At Thirteen and Fourteen Months
Books and Puzzles
Christmas 1984
Lookie, Mommy
Toddler Words
A is for Ark
Me, Daniel
Three Little Words
Mommy, It Hurts
Tired Again
Two Little Boys
A Father's Pride
Number Two Son
Oh, God
Too Soon

Lookie, Mommy!


Lookie, Mommy! Look at me!
See how very pleased I be.

Daily as new skills I learn--
Wave my arms, kick and turn.

First I learned to hold my head
Up in the air upon my bed.

Then to smile when I feel good.
Laughter follows like it should.

Holding rattles I do well
(Especially those which hold a bell.)

Kicking, splashing as I bathe...
When can I use aftershave?

Blowing bubbles is such fun!
Hear me blow, I've just begun.

Gurgles next, the sounds I make!
I'll talk real soon, for goodness sake!

I reach for objects in my crib
And sometimes wear a baby bib.

I like to sit up, help me now
Or by myself I'll take a how.

I laugh and giggle and smile at you.
Lookie, mom, I'm ticklish too!

I'm learning to kiss mommy too-
Open my mouth, I kissie you!

Aha! My toes and feet I've found,
Up to my mouth as grins abound.

I pull my socks off little feet.
I eat my toes, now that's a treat.

Sitting in my chair so high
Now I see you eye to eye.

Upon my belly tuck me in.
I'll roll right over, you can't win.

Alone I sit, my back's so strong!
I'll crawl real soon, it won't be long!

Upon your lap I love to stand
If mom or dad will hold each hand.

My hands are strong, for with my toys
I squeeze them hard to make some noise.

Inside my walker let me play.
From room to room I'll walk each day.

Lookie, Mommy! Look at me!
See how fun growing up can be!

I'm so happy as I find
Daily things that stretch my mind.

Lookie, Mommy, let's have fun!
In my book, you're number one!

Caring for me is never done-
My little life is just begun.

So lookie, Mommy, don't forget
These precious days that aren't gone yet.

Copyright 1988 by Judith E. Garling

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