♥ Cherish Childhood ♥

lovekimberleigh (56)in #life • 8 years ago (edited)

There are two incredible little people in my life that make my heart overflow with love, warmth and happiness.

My daughter who is an aspiring ballerina, pop-star and there is some indecision between being a doctor or a vet. My son who just wants to play with cars with friends, play soccer in the yard and read story books with mommy.

Both were stubborn breech babies, both were premature and each with their own complications at birth. For a little while, things were quite challenging however I would do it all over again in a heartbeat.

It is impossible to believe that our children are no longer babies. Just yesterday my heart skipped a beat, at what point did they grow into little children? I felt an overwhelming sense of sadness to know that I will never experience their happy gummy smiles, gleeful gurgling giggles and silly nonsensical vocabularly that only mommy could understand.

There will come a time, when they will no longer ask “Mommy can you sit with me until I fall asleep?"

There will come a time, when they will no longer ask “Mommy can you play with me?"

There will come a time, when I won't feel their little hands wrap tightly around me and their grubby faces snuggled up on my chest accompanied with “I love you in the whole world Mama."

There are two songs that completely embrace how I feel:

"Where are you goin' my little one, little one? / Where are you goin' my baby my own? / Turn around and you're two / Turn around and you're four / Turn around and you're a young girl / Going out of the door."
-Turn Around - Nanci Griffith

“Slow down / Won’t you stay here a minute more / I know you want to walk through the door / But it’s all too fast / Let’s make it last a little while / I pointed to the sky and now you wanna fly / I am your biggest fan / I hope you know I am / But do you think you can somehow Slow down.”
-Slow Down - Nichole Nordeman

So now, when they both sneak into our bed at night, I will give them a tight, squeezy, I-don't-ever-want-to-let-you-go cuddle, knowing that their baby years have already gone forever.

In a blink, I will no longer hear those little feet making their way down the hallway and into our bedroom.