I wrote this and posted it under the word MASSAGE scrawled on the wall over the bed I sleep in – I termed it a (massage) message about disrespect…

This is for my little boy, who is not so little anymore
I want to tell him how much my heart and soul love him
and how my mind remembers him…
There is an imprint on the essence of my being that will never be
forgotten of the little boy who blessed me with his presence and love…

I remember Mitchy in the kitchen sink
taking a bath with bubbles on his head -
I remember Mitchell getting into the chocolate
in the pantry and leaving a chocolate trail all around the house,
I found him by following the chocolate trail and asked him if he had gotten
into the chocolate and he shook his head no, back and forth, with big chocolate smudges all over his face and mouth.

I remember going to the park to go swimming at the pool, Mitchell was
about half the required size to go off the high dive but they let him do it anyway because we went there everyday – and he was so brave.
He would go up on the high dive where all the big kids went, he still could not swim yet, and yell catch me mommy and then bravely jump in, having the faith that I would catch him.

I remember Mitchell chasing me through the summer grass of the park in his soggy diaper from the wading pool, begging me to buy him candy burgers at the pool when we got there.

I remember Mitchell getting mad at everyone and running to his room to slam the door. So cute really, darling in everything you do and did… even getting mad. You slammed that door so well.

I remember Mitchell, getting him up in the morning to take him to preschool. My little baby going to school and dressing him in the car as we drove there. He sleepily would put on one shoe and then the other. I remember how happy he was when I picked him up and how he would run into my arms and yell mommy, mommy, I am so glad to see you. And we would go merrily on our way, with him in my arms, to go home and have a snack and play. He would show me his work from the day.

I remember taking Mitchell to get his picture taken, he did not like this and would not stay still. The photographer and I had to find every trick in the book, (toys, games, dances, funny faces), to get him to stay still so that we could take his picture. And his pictures were always so beautiful. What a handsome and sweet boy with a charming smile.

I remember taking Mitchell to tap dance. What a mistake that was. Mitchell did not like tap dance. He was the only boy in a big group of girls. He would not or could not pay attention to the teacher. While the girls tapped he ran circles around them. It was actually quite funny, but distracting nevertheless. We decided to quit tap dance. But Mitchell was excellent at Gymnastics, like his big sister. And very brave. He loved to bounce, jump, and tumble. Mitchell would have played soccer too, like his big sister, if his mommy had not been forced to leave -

Now Mitchell and his big sister have different lives - All shaped by the people who tell me I am nothing and that I do not count. Nothing will ever be the same for them or me. Sometimes other people do not care what they take and how they hurt.


Copyright ©2008 JANE À PARIS



Joined February 2008

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How the political hatred and abuse (I have been subjected too) can and has had an impact other peoples lives, especially innocent people - like my children -

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