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i sit on the edge of your bed. stroking your fine golden hair, as you murmur and mumble in your sleep. you had once again, thrown off your covers and lay with arms and legs oustretched. you are outgrowing these pyjamas, with the curious george print. you are out growing this narrow bed, made... as your first, big boy bunk and sadly you are outgrowing the toddler's need, to be within sight of the mother. i am glad you are defining youself, as independant. i am glad you are going through, this season of seperateness. as it gives us, comfort to know, the examples we have set, allow you to be, a happy, carefree child who can, enjoy his own company or, can play within a group quite happily. but i do miss, your squishy little hand in mine... i do miss, those clinging cuddles and the nestling of your little body, fitting, squirmily, into the side of mine.... i must ask Da to design a bigger bed for you.... perhaps now, you can help him build it. you have now settled back into deep sleep, my golden boy and yet, i cannot take my leave of you.... i linger,stroking, your sleeping head, drinking in, the last vestiges of my baby, my toddler... my growing up, ever up, faster than i thought... little man..
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 8:48 AM UTC
ever growing upward
i sit on the edge of your bed. stroking your fine golden hair, as you murmur and mumble in your sleep. you had once again, thrown off your covers and lay with arms and legs oustretched. you are outgrowing these pyjamas, with the curious george print. you are out growing this narrow bed, made... as your first, big boy bunk and sadly you are outgrowing the toddler's need, to be within sight of the mother. i am glad you are defining youself, as independant. i am glad you are going through, this season of seperateness. as it gives us, comfort to know, the examples we have set, allow you to be, a happy, carefree child who can, enjoy his own company or, can play within a group quite happily. but i do miss, your squishy little hand in mine... i do miss, those clinging cuddles and the nestling of your little body, fitting, squirmily, into the side of mine.... i must ask Da to design a bigger bed for you.... perhaps now, you can help him build it. you have now settled back into deep sleep, my golden boy and yet, i cannot take my leave of you.... i linger,stroking, your sleeping head, drinking in, the last vestiges of my baby, my toddler... my growing up, ever up, faster than i thought... little man..
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F/Australian
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 8:48 AM UTC
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