Musings of a Mother

Mother's Day doesn't necessarily happen on the second week of May for me. Today was Mother's Day. In my busy Saturday I passed the living room couch and noticed Kyle asleep amongst a heap of new library books. It was 4:30 and a very rare thing for him to succumb to a nap when there are still books to be explored, and legos castles to be built, and so much left for a 5-year old knight to do. I stopped and scooped him onto my lap and held him to me for a long time. All of him. He still fit, barely. I recalled reading an article by some other sentimental mother like myself who wished she could have known the last time her child would sleep with their favorite teddy bear, or come to her bedroom in the middle of the night, or call out for her comfort from a bad dream. If she had known, she reasoned, she could have savored that moment and somehow capture it forever. I hope today was not the last time to hold my sleeping twin boy on my lap, but it is one of the last. It has to be - he is too big, too busy, and too old to tolerate it much longer.

Someday, when you're grown up tall

And you're no longer small,

I'll remember it all,

Just thinking of you . . .

And the way you look tonight.

Today was Mother's Day.