Senti

I’m hugging you now. Maybe holding on should really be the word. I know you could sleep without me carrying you in my arms and rocking you gently. But. Let me do this now. Let me do this for those times I wasn’t able to do this.

 

As you lay here in my arms, sleeping -and me, trying to maintain my balance, I cannot believe that there were times when I had wished that you could go to sleep on your own. I will not deny of those times I had longed for the moment to come when all I have to do is put you on bed.

 

It has come. Now is that time. And just when I have what I longed for, sadly, I keep on wishing to turn back the hands of time to when we can both go to sleep, tummy to tummy, chest to chest. Time to when I can feel the beats of your heart synchronizing with mine.

 

You are growing up so fast so let me just hold you now - before you leap to teen-dom with a blink of an eye.

3 Comments so far »

  1. by Sandy (Momisodes), on January 26 2008 @ 12:25 am

     

    *sniff*…..that was beautiful…..I can absolutely relate. Those times so bittersweet already :(

  2. by Regina, on January 26 2008 @ 1:21 am

     

    I almost want to cry…
    That is such a beautiful post… {{{sigh}}}.
    I hope you saved a copy to show your little one when they grow up.

    Blessings!

  3. by Melanie, on January 29 2008 @ 11:49 am

     

    First- I love your new site! Amazing job!!

    Second- what a beautiful post! You made me cry. I know sometimes I wish Hailey would just lay in her bed and go to sleep all by herself. Then, other times when I am rocking her I look at her beautiful face and think, “They’re only little once and it goes so quickly.”

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Living somewhere in the tropics, I have sentenced myself to mind-time-word consuming and rigid finger-exercise otherwise known as blogging. Unknowingly from the start. Now it has become an addiction. So now, I am not only an old-fashioned mother, a trying-hard sweet wife, a silly telco engineer and patient housemaid but a trying-hard-to-sound-smart blogger as well. Call me Mama Meji. And I am blogging about nonsense a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g. Thanks for paying a visit. I’ll sure return the favor but if I cannot do so the soonest, just think that I’m still doing what I can with a week-old laundry. Or I’m still trying to break free from my son’s and/or my sweet hub tight embrace and dodge wet kisses. Or the aliens have abducted and kept me from romancing the keyboards. To find out about these aliens, you may email me at zamejias [-at-] makimeji [-dot-] com.