Poem

A friend sent me this poem, and I wanted to share.

It's 3 am, they're all asleep

And no one is here to see.

As we rock slowly, back and forth

My baby boy and me.

His little hand is feather light,

Tucked up beneath my chin.

I hold his tiny hand in mine,

And stroke his baby skin.

The house about us creaks and groans,

The clock hands creep around.

He snuggles closer to me still,

And makes his baby sounds.

I love these quiet hours so much,

And cherish every one.

Store memories up inside my heart,

For lonely nights to come.

All too soon, he'll be grown up,

His need for momma gone.

But until then, I still have time

For kisses and for song.

Time for quiet hours like this,

With him cuddled in my arms.

Where I wish he'd always stay,

Protected, safe and warm.

And yet I know the day will come

When his tiny little hand,

Will be bigger than my own,

He'll grow to be a man.

But until then, he's mine to love

With no one here to see.

As we rock slowly, back and forth.

My baby boy and me.

Isn't that so sweet??? It makes you stop and realize that, really, your time with your babies is so fleeting! My good friend Ursula (who is one of the most amazing mommas I know, and I can only hope that I do half as good a job being a mom as she does!) reminds me all of the time to "cherish every minute." And while I am not exactly jumping for joy when Wade is up for the 4th time by 10 pm, I know that this special time cannot be replaced or relived. With that said! Let's hope that Tylenol/Orajel prove to be a magic potion tonight! My kids are notoriously slow teethers, and at almost 13 months old, Wade has 4 teeth. And he hasn't gotten any new teeth for 7 MONTHS! I am certain that he is working on his molars, I can feel them on the bottom gums. Poor baby! He was so grossed out by the orajel, that face he made was stinkin' priceless. "WTH is this &$!*, momma??" But hopefully it will give him some relief until the tylenol kicks in.