I'm hiding.
Yogurt in on hand, spoon in the other.
STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!
I hear the door to my room creak open.
Maybe if I hide under the covers I won't be noticed. My breathing s l o w s and my eyes close. I feel the covers being tugged away.
I hold on as tight as I can. Then the fear overwhelms me. I let go.
I lay there, uncovered, but clothed in irresolution. All I wanted was to eat my yogurt.
The shrill cries and outreaching arms have me trembling. I throw a teether. Unsuccessful. Its thrown back. I offer a breastmilk pop. He takes it. It seems to calm the beast. Or so I thought.
The beast lifts the breastmilk pop high. He quickly and repeatedly swings it towards the ground. Every blow connecting to the floor and pieces fly, it is hailing frozen milk.
I am overcome with defeat. The monster's face is streaming with tears and my heart softens.
Fear retreats.
Frustration subdued.
I am overrun with compassion and tenderness.
I run toward the monster and brace myself for the gnaw of his emerging teeth, instead, I'm embraced.
The comfort from the embrace dries all tears and soothes all discomfort.
We sit there, nestled, and contently watching Elmo's World.
Sometimes...Even the most ferocious beasts, just need a hug from Momma.
Emmett Blake AKA The Teething Monster <3
Emmett Blake AKA The Teething Monster <3
This is so cute!!! I love the image of "hailing milk" and the rhythm and rhyme of "my breathing s l o w s and my eyes close." Hang in there, Emmett!
ReplyDeleteThank you!! <3
DeleteMarissa this is great! Your hook definitely got me, and to be honest I was not expecting this to be a baby poem, it was an awesome surprise! I love how you created this poem to share such a sweet moment.
ReplyDeleteThank you Jenna! (:
DeleteWow I love your voice throughout this story. You have quite the way to tell a story of a terrible time in motherhood but spin it into a hilarious tale!
ReplyDeleteThank you Dr. Kerbs!! (:
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