Independence

Someday, you won’t fall asleep on my shoulder

after finishing a goodnight bottle
or cry for me when you wake up in the middle of the night;

Someday, you won’t need me to pick out your outfits,
get you dressed, tie your shoes,
or give you your bubble bath before bed;

Someday, you won’t ask for me
to kiss your owies away when you fall
or read to you your favorite book again and again;

Someday, you won’t reach out for me
to take your hand when we walk down the street
or run to me with glee when I come home from work;

Someday, you won’t cling to me behind my legs
whenever you meet someone new
or make funny faces at me when you try a new food;

Someday, you won’t measure your age and clothes size in months,
but rather in years, and I will have to let you go,
in order for you to grow;

I just thank God that today is not someday quite yet;
if only I could freeze this moment in time,
because I know that I’m truly blessed
that I got to spend it all with you,
My baby boy

Caleb's joyous mommy- now 3 years old (and SPD)