I was looking through old photos and got a familiar ache,
the ache you get when you miss someone from your past.
I know it’s cliche, but I’m discovering it’s true,
that babies grow up fast.
Right now, I count down the hours until nap time comes,
so I can pick up, sit down, and do what “needs” to be done.
I rush through the days, I clean, and I cook,
When, really, I just need to sit with you, snuggle, and read a book.
Because I’m realizing with a heart-stabbing pain,
that you’re growing up,
and you’ll never be this small again.
The days are long, emotions run high,
yet, at the same time, the years fly by.
Oh I want to remember, and never forget
the way you climb in my lap and lay your head on my chest.
But only for a moment, and then you run away
you’re squealing and laughing, wanting to be chased.
I want to remember your sweet little words,
which ones are especially cute, and which ones you said first.
I want to remember you blowing kisses and saying “wub you” in bed at night.
I know someday it will just be a quick hug and you’ll say “love you” right.
I want to remember your little round cheeks, long lashes, your little button nose,
your sweet dimpled hands, and tiny, round toes.
I want to remember every tiny thing. The things that make me smile, laugh, and cry,
Because, no matter what, the years will continue to go by.
I shouldn’t wish these times away,
Because someday you’ll be grown, and I’ll wish you could stay.
Oh, I want to remember these short years
where the days seem so long, and often end in tears.
Though, yes, the days are hard, a memory is what I can’t lack
because I just know, someday, I’ll wish for my little toddler back.
Keep growing, my little love, be wild, and don’t lose
Even though the growing breaks my heart,
I will be sure to notice, really notice, you;
I’ll watch you learn and play,
take in all the new words you say.
I want to notice and take stock of all of you,
because the years fly by, it’s true.
So one day when you’re grown, and I’m in Life’s winter,
I can smile, look back…and remember.