The road was washed up in a lot of places, I had to stay on the bus for ten hours. It was dark when I got to where you are. You were already sleeping, they said. So I crept up to your bed and carried you in my arms... But this can't be! How heavy you have grown! i thought to myself...
There on the bed, sleep refused to come to me. The ten- hour trip brought me nothing but excitement and longing - - to see you, hold you, be with you. I watched you sleep, in same soft sighs like back then, softly breathing from a day's play and school...
So I got up and carried you again. I sat on the bed simply cradling you in my arms... just like old times, I thouht. But alas, you stretched and wriggled half asleep. You were obviously opting for the bed I had to put you down.
I laughed at myself thinking, it can't be like old times anymore. I tried to cradle you while you sleep- - and I couldn't anymore. You have grown so fast I got stuck in the idea of you a forever bouncy two-ter. Make haste, i told myself.. Life can wait, but my child can't. I have dreams too... but they all have him in them... for him.. If only I could say... child, please don't grow up sooner yet. But boy, that sounds like a lot of selfishness!
Whatever and however the wind blows, one thing is constant: You will always be my baby!
