I guess I missed it.
The part where you really started to grow up?
Somehow it happened without me being conscious of it, despite my colossal efforts to soak up every little minute with you.
One day my eyes opened and your legs were long enough to outgrow your 2T clothes and you were stringing together words non-stop in the style of your big brother.
And I have to wonder if this is how it’s going to be from now on, you marching ahead and me tagging along behind asking you to hold my hand.
Between babbling about Skylanders and making up stories at bedtime, my mostly silent (and compliant) baby is a thing of the past.
I guess I have to accept that.
You’re supposed to grow up; it would be a very bad sign if you didn’t. But you’ve been my “baby” so forgive me if, like your brother before you, I still hold onto you a little too tightly.
I’ll hold onto your hand when you’ll let me.
I’ll hold onto the sweet weight of your body when you want me to carry you to watch cartoons in the morning.
I’ll hold onto you when you crawl into my lap and play with my fingertips.
I’ll hold onto you when you greet me with the biggest hug you can manage, and your smile…I’ll hold onto that smile too.
I’ll hold onto you for as long as you will let me.