With your little hand in mine we walk along. Your mini voice goes on and on.
But I can’t focus on the words you speak.
Pay attention!
I’m lost in the translation of your youth.
I watch the wind brush your hair against your cheek. Your eyes are wide in wonderment.
You ramble on and prance around. The world is vast at your feet.
Pay attention I repeat to myself.
Pay attention to your words and your skin. Pay attention to your sound and your grin.
Yes, my sweet baby the clouds are white and I don’t know why birds fly so high.
But I know I love you.
I know your scent and your tears. I know your laughter and your heart.
I don’t know how though I am so blessed, I don’t know why we chose each other but I’m elated that it’s you that gets to say “that’s my mother.”
You’re beautiful. Remember this.
You’r perfect. Know this.
My prayers ask that you always know that truth and kindness guide you.
My prayers ask that your companion in this life are love and goodness.
It’s daunting me the worry that I have to be your teacher. I pray that you will learn from me compassion and forgiveness.
I witness your growth every moment. Such a gift to me.
Pay attention! Pay attention!
Time is fleeting.
mahani 
Maha, that is so beautiful. Your words and writing is amazing!
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