my baby is demanding (like most).

my baby is demanding
(like most).
he trusts in my undying affection
enough
to make all of his needs
and all of his wants
completely known.
and heard.

no hidden agendas
or expectations that I'm a mind reader.
he never puts on a tough exterior
or shoves his true feelings behind
a stoic mask.

[although i'm usually a little tired
and sometimes wish he could change his own nappy occasionally]
for the most part I appreciate his
honesty.
his submission.
his fierce expectancy.

his smiling nakedness and continual confessions of need
for love and milk
confronts my own apparent
self-sufficiency.

I smile when I'm actually hurting.
I don't speak up when I'm nearly dizzy
with confusion.
I even push my husband's hands away sometimes
when what I want most is
to be held.
and warm.
Not often enough do I ask for help
or cry
for someone
to come.

Teach me, O God, the ways
of my son.
And the ways of yourself who came
to us
with the tireless needs of an infant.
You who nursed in your mothers arms
and woke her with your cries in the night
after night
after night
after night.
And then stared into her eyes with complete
adoration
and dependence.

Teach me to confess my humanity
loud
and often,
expecting to be heard,
to be welcomed,
to be loved.