In Haiti I get to enjoy Hudson's legs year-round. But they are not squeezable. Oh no. He has Olympic runner legs. Hard as a rock. His thigh muscles make the rest of his family want to do some lunges.
May you get lots of opportunities to squeeze baby thighs today. One of life's sweetest joys. Grace in the form of a squishy grip.
Originally posted April 3, 2008
Ashton, 2 years old
Sitting on the couch
with boys
and a book
reading about shoes
on centipedes
Out of the corner
of my eye
I spied
a thigh
a roly-poly
baby thigh
calling to me
"Come squeeze."
I obliged
sighed
and said
"Oh how I’ve missed these little legs."
Winter steals
baby thighs
and hides
them under piles
of clothes
Summer is coming again
And bringing back
My baby’s skin
These pictures about did me in this morning.
I had real, tangible pain in my chest seeing these baby pictures of this child who is now big enough to ask me what the word "betray" means on his way out the door to school this morning.
Time. Oh Time. Sometimes I want to back over you with a car.
6 comments:
I love this post. There is a song I remember called "summer skin". I think of it every year around this time. Arms out, knees exposed, flip-flop tan lines (or as John calls them- my hippy feet).
Heather,
I have been reading your blog for awhile and love all your posts, but this is the first time that I have left a comment. My son has the best baby thighs ever. One roll after another - it looks like he has rubber bands around his legs.
What really got me was your comment about time. Hunter will celebrate his first birthday next week. It literally scares me how fast this first year has gone by. Time needs to slow down! I want to keep those baby thighs around for awhile! :)
Praying for you and your family!
agree with you 100%........and still hoping for another baby in this house some day!
Heather - I sit on the couch now with full grown men who use to have those squeezable thighs and see how strong and muscular they are and wonder where the time went. They flex those thighs to show me how strong they are for kicking footballs or running miles and miles I rub them and think they use to be so fat, chunky and sqeezable. How did this happen and then the tears. I <3 baby thighs...I'm praying for fat grandchildren.
Love ya! Debi
This post made me smile! I love the way you enjoy the simple things in life.
When I first saw the title of this post, I thought "huh?" Spring Thighs? I was imagining a post about the fear women have of exposing their thighs when warmer weather shows up and bathing suit season is around the corner.
Anyhow, I love where you went with this. I love reading someone else's thoughts and thinking "oh, me too!"
I have a fifteen month old, and in the past few days, she's been toddling around the house in her onesie. I, too, have enjoyed her bare little thighs--her cute little dimples.
Too bad those dimples aren't still considered cute when we hit adulthood ;)
Thanks for writing. I love your blog.
I love reading your blog, you have such a sweet family! love your poem, I read it thinking, "yes!"... so glad to see those shorts on the little baby legs :)
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