Mommy's Day

i awoke to a baby's cry at 6 am
she must be hungry
i stumble to the kitchen
tripping over the diaper bag
cuddling in a very small toddler bed with a rambunctious 2 year old
under the tonka truck bedspread
he's babbling about the new car picture on his wall i made for him
watching the wiggles at 8 in the morning
the big red car song is on again
oh how he likes to dance
her blankie hanging on by one foot
she smiles anyway as she swings
i trip over a monster truck as i exit the room to get a coke
only to hear "juice, juice" as i walk away
i fill the sippy cup only to forget my coke
craft paint covered spiderman pj's
as we make a mothers day present for grandma
his handprint is crooked but it doesn't matter
i think she just got pink paint in her hair
and her handprint is so small next to his
holding him as he washes his hands with the purple soap
he cant reach the towel
she giggles when he comes in the room
i hear him say "my sissy"
as he hands her his favorite car
the 100 piece sponge puzzle set is now scattered
bright yellow, orange, green and red cover the floor
i say "bath" to him and he runs
giggling as he hides
i hear a "shhhh, baby seeping"
she fell asleep in her daisy adorned crib
one hand over her face, the other above her head
i sit down beside him to play cars
he lays his head on my shoulder
he looks up at me and grins
paint still matted in his hair
never got around to the bath
didnt get my coke either
yet i sit with this beautiful boy
next to a crib with a sleeping baby girl
all is right with the world
on my mother's day