I have been filling my children with words, whispering incantations while they doze in my arms murmuring missives into wispy-haired heads as if the words I repeat might seep into their subconscious, might erode into their very bones, and fill a void I hope they never learn can empty, as I keep it overflowing with:
I love you, I am so lucky to have you, you are the best, you are so loved, I am so proud, you are kind and brave, you are smart and helpful, you are trying so hard, you are patient and good, you are my favorite everything I am so happy you are mine, I am so thankful I am yours, I love you, I love you, I love you.
I want them to take my love for granted, as unquestioned as their own heart’s beat, as constant as the earth, slowly spinning beneath their feet.
Shannon J. Curtin is a mother, poet, and humor writer. Her writing has been featured by McSweeney’s Internet Tendency, Points in Case, Scary Mommy, SlackJaw, Mothers Always Write, and other publications. She holds an MBA, competitive shooting records, and her liquor. She would probably like you. You can find her at www.ablogofherown.wordpress.com and @ShannonJCurtin on twitter.