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.

About wordvessel

Aloha! This blog is a window into the active mind of a wife, mother, woman and individual. I may be busy every moment of every day, but I still have time to think. Many seasons have blossomed and faded within my life, and this blog has endured through all of them. It is safe to say that my writing has matured because of them. I hope that you will be inspired to think in fresh ways as you read my writing. To Jesus be all the glory.
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