What to do when our little boys grow up -
When that child we once held in our arms,
who was so little pressed against our hearts,
is too big to carry - Oh, how I long for that baby
who once cried but was soothed as I rocked him to sleep.
Now, he's too big to rock in that old chair we've given away.
Too big to sit in that once pea-ridden high chair.
Too big to suck on that pacifier that used to stay c
ontinually in his mouth
(oh, and the one in his hand just in case).
I miss the baby he once was and long for that part of mothering
that is forever gone.
I wish I could slow down these days -
these days that I know will also be gone from me too quickly.
How can I make it all last longer?
How can I revel in these moments of firsts
oh, just a little longer?
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