Hold still. Let me gaze at your face,
Those wondering eyes, your tousled hair.
In the busyness of being mom, I rarely stare
And absorb the magic of you in this place.
When did you change? Infant, toddler, boy.
Didn’t I just meet you this morning?
Now you are talking, jumping, running, counting
Forever a source of vibrant joy.
Pause. Let me soak you in, my Firstborn.
I have so much to learn as a mommy.
You patiently teach me to live freely,
Letting go of what I once thought important.
Settle down by me. Let me hold your little boy hand.
There’s time to play and grow and learn,
Just give me this moment for which I yearn
Before tomorrow comes and you are a man.