His View From Home

I want them to... wait a minute. 

When did they learn to sing If you’re happy and you know it?
Or learn to clap, for that matter?
And how long have they been interested in 'horsies'?
To know that they gallop and like to eat carrots?

I got them dressed this morning.
Where did these lovely clothes come from?
This is a whole new wardrobe from when they were smaller?
All hung up in rows and all folded — and clean and smelling of flowers.

When did this happen?

Bath time was mad.
Who knew we had cradle cap shampoo and a bath-mat?
Have you seen the bubble machine?
They asked for it — as if its something they always play with —
You know he took his clothes off himself to get clean?

Earlier he asked how my day was.
And told me that he was proud of me.
Even when he was having a meltdown:
"You're annoying me; I'm not impressed."
Where did he get all these words from? He can say
Boa Constrictor.

You know, for ages I just lay on the sofa.
I'm not sure they knew I was there.
They got out their own toys and went over
And pretended to be bears and made adorable-strange noises.

I thought I'd read them a story.

I chose one I'd never seen before
I thought I'd wow them with my vocal variety
But how many times have they heard it?
When I said the wrong word he corrected me!
They know where they sit at the table
Since when can they eat by themselves?
They eat all sorts of food now
As part of an evening that runs like clockwork.
(He thinks he's only allowed one more episode.
I'd have let him watch twelve.)

They're telling me they need to do their teeth and do wees.
What happened to dummies and lullabies?
How did that change?
How come they go down like two legends?
These boys.
They're growing and clever and getting it right,
Each day with new wonders,
And everything they are is only because
Gentle as a fairy's wing,
Clear as heaven's light,
Mum's made it happen.
You
Made them happen.




Written by my husband, P



Published by The Mum Daze

I’m Kelly. I’m 34 and I am a primary school teacher (when I’m not mumming). I live in a thin, tall house with my thinnish, quite tall husband and two beautiful boys. I love writing, and am trying to keep it up so I can keep a piece of me.

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