The First Day Of Preschool

Oh, how you grow
and only the heart knows
how bitterly-sweet it is.
only yesterday it seems
you were a baby
and how I dreamed
of what you would be
at three,
now here you are
with your beautiful
smile
telling me
that you are ready
while you let go
even while you still
cling to me
and I
hug you close
while I open
my arms
to let you go
only the heart knows
how hard it is
and how each letting go
takes a piece of me
even while it fills me
with a greater joy
then I have felt before
for you will grow and grow
and you will continue to go
and I will throw out
the safety net
whenever you need
to come back to me again

My Favorite Juna Words, Age 2-3

A running list of words that make me smile, laugh, or surprise me the first time I hear them:

bullsdover
old/bad/dead (interchangeable) (the sticker is dead when it doesn't stick anymore)
Ramstutin
lovely
amazing
incredible
wonderful
knick-knack sand (magnetic)
gampa & gamma
polite (taking care of someone well)
don't matter, don't bother ("I don't matter." meaning, I don't care, it doesn't bother me)
I promise
tareful (careful)
Otay
aprised (surprised)
cited (excitied or decided)
cada (cicada)
chiminey
noculars
tool (cool)
interesing
sunscream
invesigating
toot (cute)

Big Love

Does a mother's love just grow and grow
like a hot air balloon being filled
then traveling to where ever it goes?
Over vast lands of amazement
like my baby's head down to her toes?
Watching you grow is like 
the best ride at the amusement park,
the sound of crickets in the night air,
snow falling on my nose,
never-ending musical chairs,
a walk in the park on the perfect sunny day,
the sound of soft rain, or the crash bang
of far away thunder... I wonder
does a mother's love just grow and grow
bigger than the biggest and higher than the highest?