So true for me too. Isn't it all a work in progress? We never stop momming even when your 'child' is in his 40's and has sprouted growing-like-weeds offsprings of his own!
I love this new format (but in poetry, I think you use a different word; layout? )
As a classroom teacher, I continually found myself momming. Now, I am learning how not to be the Big Sister, or the Auntie--learning to mom myself. In this poem, you show us how you are learning and growing. Thank you so much for reading this aloud.
I love this Phyllis,
A smile on my face as I type this.
That first stanza really took me back (I have 2 grown sons), and all the rest, yes, great word.
I had fun composing it. Maybe poetry-writing is part of momming too? And yes, if you have two grown sons, you know exactly what I'm talking about! ❤️
So true for me too. Isn't it all a work in progress? We never stop momming even when your 'child' is in his 40's and has sprouted growing-like-weeds offsprings of his own!
Sounds like you're a grandma?
Lovely! You've captured that verb with so much loving insight. Momming evolves, morphs, awakens to new layers of meaning. 💕
Speaking from experience, eh, Brigid?
Synonym: aunting. Such a gorgeous and loving meditation! As always, Phyllis, thank you for bringing us new entries from the lexicon of love.
Ha. Yes. And "aunting" is located between which words in your family dictionary? (Have fun, great aunt.)
Momming is a fast beating heart!
Ah yes!
Just the thing for today- thank you so much!
You're so welcome!
Once a Mom, always a mom!😊
'Tis true. But how I "mom" is continuing to change, with my son's help!
So accurately captures the journey of motherhood, still evolving
Indeed. Thanks for reading, Jan!
❤️
What a perfect picture to capture the essences of the poem! Thanks dear Phyllis!
So welcome, Peter. And are you a dad that moms?
I love this new format (but in poetry, I think you use a different word; layout? )
As a classroom teacher, I continually found myself momming. Now, I am learning how not to be the Big Sister, or the Auntie--learning to mom myself. In this poem, you show us how you are learning and growing. Thank you so much for reading this aloud.
You may call the appearance of a poem whatever you’d like! But traditionally speaking, the appearance is the “form.”
It’s hard to turn off that “momming” switch, isn’t it? Especially when, sometimes, it’s still needed.