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..