I just barely wrote a poem over on Liam's blog. I am no poet but I needed something to accompany the great photo I took of him this evening. I needed to express the deep love I have for him. The love that jumped out at me once again when he reached for me to get him out of his carseat today. Just his movement, it gets me emotional. He will not stay this small, he will not keep some of these baby/toddler mannerisms - and dang it, it makes me really sad!
I just want to drink it all in, but how?
I am terrified that I am going to forget all this goodness.
You know, I never thought I would be one of those possesive mothers that never just LETS GO! I have an aunt that is kinda overbearing and considers her kids babies and they are MY age. She won't let go and that has always bugged me. Now I fear I will be exactly like her.
Granted, Liam hasn't verbalized any of his feelings, wants or goals. I may know him better than anyone, but I don't know who he is just yet. He may be easy to let go of. I may trust him more than I trust myself one day. I do hope that is the case.
I want to be a mother that can let go when my child becomes an adult.