My oldest was an amazing little girl. I could take her just about anywhere, and she was respectful and funny and precocious. It was rare that I had to really “fight” her or wrangle her to accomplish anything. My second never has really bucked the system. He’s a rule-follower. My third is an old man at heart. There was a time I was tempted to find a leash, but for the most part he’s learned to stay right with us and be safe. The fourth, however, well, she’s our wild child.
When I was pregnant with #4 (who we call Diva), I somehow knew that she would end up being the most difficult. Maybe it was the couple of pregnancy scares she gave us. Maybe it was how often she kicked with so much more force. Maybe it was the fact that I had to drink 2 cups of coffee to stay awake long enough to make it to preschool drop off (read that again: TO drop off — at 8:30 am).
Whatever it was, my mother’s intuition kicked in, and I just knew. Boy, was I right.
Here we are, almost at her 3rd birthday, and I still sometimes don’t know what to do with her.
Will she climb to the highest parts of the kitchen?
Will she turn on a burner and try to fry an egg?
Will she just go on outside to play with the dogs before we realize where she is?
She keeps us on our toes, that’s for sure.
With that in mind, I’ve decided to write my Walk on the Wild Side themed poem about Diva. Enjoy!
Asleep, so peaceful
Hair fanned out about your pillow
Mouth in a perfect heart-shaped purse
Awake, so different
Snuggling, so sweet
Warm cheek pressed to mine
Inhaling your toddlerness, exhaling peace
Cuts and scrapes
Look! It’s an oval.
You learn your shapes on
your broken skin.
Different from the others.
Read some more poems with the Walk on the Wild Side theme:
Karen of Baking in a Tornado with “Wild Side”
Maja of 12personalities12 with “Four of Pentacles: Calculated Wilderness”
Dawn of Cognitive Script with “Walking Wild”
Diane of On the Border with “Really Wild”
Jenn from Sparkly Poetic Weirdo with “Wildly Cautious”
Sarah from My Brand of Crazy with “The Wild Ride“