Tabitha and I attended our first baby massage session this morning. I don’t think she appreciated it in the slightest – wriggling and rolling through the whole thing – but, it’s a great chance to get out and meet some new people and we even met another baby Tabitha! At the end of the session the teacher read out a lovely poem, which I thought I’d share below. Before that though, a quick update on the daytime sleep situation: I’ve given up on the cot now for naps; it causes me too much stress and inevitably ends up with me rocking Tabitha in my arms, which she’s getting far too heavy for. So, I now put her straight in the pram, walk her round the living room for a few minutes and she nods off fairly quickly. She’s strapped in so can’t roll over, and the movement of the pram helps lull her to sleep. Yay! I will keep trying the cot every now and then, but at least this works for now, even though it’s not a perfect solution.
Here’s the poem, entitled ‘When you thought I wasn’t looking’:
When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator,
and I wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I saw you feed a stray cat,
and I thought it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I saw you make my favourite cake for me,
and I knew that little things are special things.
When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I heard you say a prayer,
and I believed that there was a God to talk to.
When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I felt you kiss me goodnight,
and I felt loved.
When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I saw tears come from your eyes,
and I learned that sometimes things hurt,
but it’s alright to cry.
When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I saw that you cared,
and I wanted to be everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I looked….
and I wanted to say thanks for all the things
I saw when you thought I wasn’t looking.
Author: Mary Rita Schilke Korazan
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