And emanating that lovely drowsey baby smell.
Its suddenly so easy to forget about the day just past,
About the snobby nose,
About the lunch thrown on the floor,
About the vocal demands for more or less,
About the food smeared in freshly washed hair,
About the recurring diaper battle,
About the stealing of toys from a sister who gives the most delightfully shrill response.
In this moment it is easy to forget your imperfections, your flaws, your humanity.
I've begun to suspect that these times,
When a mother gazes on her sleeping child,
It is a time of washing the slate clean before a new day begins.
Of loosening the burdens of the past twenty four hours
And refilling the heart with that maternal love that can never end.
Then I too can fall asleep with a peaceful sigh and a smile
Because although my baby is not perfect,