for JANVSBNJ- this will be the first page of the album I started after my son was born; there is silver all over the page: brads, cord, ink and embossing powder- silver for second place- 2 - Loving Two (2)get it? :)
The o in Loving is a circle stamp that says: To Love Is to Give Love, To Love is to Show Love;then Adoration, Adore; and You (in the middle)
the poem printed on vellum reads:
I walk along holding your two year old hand,
basking in the glow of our magical relationship.
Suddenly I feel a kick from within,
as if to remind me that our time alone is limited.
And I wonder: how could I ever love another child as I love you?
Then he is born, and I watch you.
I watch the pain you feel at having to share me
as you’ve never shared me before.
I hear you telling me in your own way,
“Please love only me.”
And I hear myself telling you in mine,
“I can’t” knowing, in fact, that I never can again.
I find myself attached to that new being,
and feeling almost guilty.
I’m afraid to let you see me enjoying him-
as though I am betraying you.
But then I notice your resentment change,
first to curiosity,
then to protectiveness,
finally to genuine affection.
More days pass,
and were are settling into a new routine.
The memory of days with just the two of us is fading fast.
But something else is replacing those wonderful times we shared, just we two.
There are new times-only now ,we are three.
I watch the love between you grow,
the way you look at each other, touch each other.
I watch how he adores you-as I have for so long.
I see how excited you are by each of his new accomplishments.
And I begin to realize that I haven’t taken something from you,
I’ve given something to you.
I notice that I am no longer afraid to share my love openly with both of you.
I find that my love for each of you is as different as you are,
but equally strong.
An my question is finally answered, to my amazement.
Yes, I can love another child as much as I love you- only differently.
And although I realize that you may have to share my time,
I now know you’ll never share my love.
There’s enough of that for both of you-
you each have your own supply.
I love you both. And I thank you both for blessing my life.
Date: Saturday, January 20, 2007 GMT Views: 527