As I lay here, my body aches in ways I never anticipated. At eight months pregnant, every position feels like a challenge, with my back protesting and my stomach round like a bowling ball. The sleepless nights stretch endlessly as I find myself wide awake, imagining the color of your hair and whether your smile will mirror my own. Each time you kick, I feel a mix of discomfort and comfort as acid churns in my chest. It’s okay, little one, you can take all the time you need.
When you finally arrive, it’s a whirlwind of nursing every two hours, my hands fumbling with a nipple shield while you scream in hunger. In those early morning hours, we both shed tears, navigating the uncharted territory of motherhood and infancy. As you settle in my arms, your tummy full, I wipe my tears and breathe in your sweet scent. You’re my world. Yes, baby, you can take my time.
As you grow, it’s a delightful chaos of crawling, pulling books off shelves, and green purees that somehow end up everywhere. My days revolve around chasing after you, keeping you safe from the dangerous allure of electrical cords and other household hazards. Every moment—awake or asleep—my attention is dedicated to you. I can’t help but sneak into your room just to watch you breathe, to ensure you are warm and safe. Even after the most exhausting days, I find myself missing you within an hour of bedtime. Sweet child, you can take all the time you need.
With each wobble and giggle, you bring new challenges—tantrums, discipline, and the balancing act of two wills. Our days are filled with trips to the park, laughter, and your sweet, innocent declarations of love. This time is rich and full, overflowing with your boundless energy and curiosity. It’s okay, baby, you can take my time.
Through the ups and downs of growing pains and new experiences like potty training and sleep disruptions, I find myself lying next to you, mesmerized by your peaceful slumber. You were once my tiny baby, and now you are blossoming into your own little person. Please, stay little. Baby, you can have my time.
As we dive into preschool adventures, puzzles, and pretend play, I cherish those moments on the floor, bringing your imaginative stories to life. I lay out your clothes, carefully peel the crusts off your sandwiches, and hold your hand as we stroll down the sidewalk. I see your personality emerging, and I savor every second. Sweet boy, you will always be my baby, and you can take my time.
But soon enough, the days of tee-ball games, homework, and first crushes will come. I’ll remind you to put on deodorant, to stay in touch, and to wake up for school. Before I know it, you’ll grow “too cool” for kisses and will be off on your first dates, learning to drive, and preparing for college. Even then, my dear boy, even as you become a young man, please don’t forget to take my time.
You will always have my time, forever and ever.
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In summary, motherhood is a journey filled with love, challenges, and precious moments that deserve all the time in the world.
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