I found this poem just last night by accident and thought it a perfect tribute for my son Stephen’s birthday today.
I am taking no credit for it, it is from Suddenly Sixty by Judith Viorst and I can do no better.
WHEN I WATCH
When I watch my oldest son,
With his little daughter,
Reading her books,
Or patiently braiding her hair,
Or waiting while she chooses, and changes her mind, and chooses, and changes her mind about
What she will wear,
And when I watch him bathing her,
Or kissing a bump on her forehead to make it better,
Or tenderly tucking her into bed at night,
I know that though I did a lot of things wrong,
I must have done a few things right.
With much love from your Mother