Our Poet

Aidan is currently obsessed with poetry. He likes to read it, preferably aloud, to anyone and everyone. And he loves to write it.

A few weeks ago, we had a little incident at bedtime. Griffin dropped a gigantic, anthology, heavy as hell book on my toe, causing me to yell in surprise and then, a whole lot of pain. (I swear, I thought he broke it. Really.) My crying in pain made Griffin cry because he felt bad. Griffin's crying because he felt bad made Brennan cry because well, Griffin's crying hurt Brennan's ears. (G has some lungs. He can really out yell, outcry, and generally out-drama any of us in this family.)

The only one not crying? Aidan. Aidan quickly retreated to the quiet of his room to find some peace from all the chaos.

We recovered and when I finally made it to Aidan's room to give him a good night hug, he handed me a piece of paper ripped out of a notebook.

"Here Mom." He said with a shy smile, "I wrote this for you to help you feel better."

"What?" I asked as I sat on his bed. I was quiet for a moment as I read this:

to Mommy
from Aidan

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I love you

Tearing sweet!
As sweet as Roses!
Red is her favorite color.
Awesome mom.

Yes, I sobbed. SOBBED. Not a cute, tearing up, normal sentimental cry that I do around the house. No, it was full out, heaving, ugly cry. After I finished my sob fest, Aidan gave me a big hug and told me to take my poem with me, but to put it in a very special and safe place. He didn't want me to leave it out where Daddy could see it and get jealous over my poem.

I keep it in my jewelry box. It's probably more precious to me than anything else in there.

For Mother's Day, Aidan authored a second poem for me. He has allowed me to put this one on the fridge for everyone to read.

MY MOTHER

Magnificent
You love me

Make me dinner
Owns a dog
Totally awesome
Happy
Everlasting love
Recommended as cool!

Love, Aidan

I think I like having a poet in the family.