What is this painful squeezing in my chest?
My baby is growing way too fast.
Always wanting to be like the big boys.
Slow down, my precious.
Mama needs time to let you go.
Happy faces on long-haired hippies. I love ’em.
Dreams. Hopes. Aspirations.
And one BIG football.
Yet those little, chubby hands that hold the too-big football . . . still like to hold onto Mama once in a while.
Stop and smile at me, my Mr. Fat Squishy . . .
while I tuck this moment away in my heart forever.
Because someday I will mourn the clean floors that contain no health hazards such as footballs, soccer balls, legos, and tinker toys.
The silence of the living room with no bodies catapulting from wall to wall and couch to couch.
Oh sweet baby. Don’t wish for toddlerhood too quickly.
Be my little love a while longer yet.
And maybe . . . one day soon . . . Mama will let you go.