I had a dream one night (in 2010) about holding a newborn ...  I couldn't replicate the feeling without an actual baby in my arms in my waking hours, but in the dream, it was completely real!  I had to hold the heavy head.  The neck wasn't strong enough.  Somehow the feeling (remembering it) goes deep ...

The feeling/inspiration lead to a poem.

 

 

I used to lament the fact that I had no obvious, prodigy-like, god-given talent.

Mozart did.  van Gogh painted 70 canvases in under a year.  Those people whose fingers fly across the piano.  Wow. 

Today I realized -- now that I'm a mum, I have more than talent.  I have super powers.

I can see through solid objects to locate missing shoes.

I know exactly where the minced garlic is in the fridge.

I am a master chef.

I have the skills of an engineer as I figure out how to unstick zippers, mend a tear in favoured pyjamas.

I can see through the tears to what lies beneath.  Insecurity. Rage. Hysteria, another form of joy. Tired joy.

I love how they ask me to find stuff, do stuff, think of things.

I love that they want to ask me how. Why. When. My memory retrieval goes deep.