Always Be My Baby

 

At 21 months old, my little boy is certainly not a baby anymore.

He can run and spin and climb just about anything.  He’s a got a vocabulary that grows exponentially by the day.  He brushes his teeth, and drinks from a real cup, and eats with a fork.

At the park, he sometimes walks off and never looks back, and I feel sure that if I didn’t chase him down, he’d just keep on walking as far as his little legs would take him.

But at bedtime, I sing him “Jesus Loves Me”, and his little head still rests perfectly right on my chest.

And later, when he wakes up crying from a bad dream or a toothache or one of his bears falling out of the crib, he still finds comfort in my hand on his tummy.

I know he won’t always be my baby, but I’ll treat him like he is just as long as he’ll let me.

Author: Faith

Faith Dwight is a photographer and a writer. She is a Southern American girl living just north of London with her British husband, Simon and their two halfling sons.

4 thoughts

  1. I enjoyed this post. My youngest son ( 14 ) still likes his goodnight hug & kiss on the cheek. Here’s hoping our sons always have time for a mother hug! May they marry ladies who respect and adore them… ~ Wendy

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s