Some Day………………….

My older son just celebrated another  birthday.  Time truly does fly by. The kids grow up so fast and soon leave the house before we realize it.  I still remember that day in October when I gave birth to a baby boy too eager to arrive into this world, presenting himself  8 weeks early.  Who knew that that shriveled up little being,  hooked up to all the contraption in the hospital incubator  would be asking me today, “Mom, Really….?!!” 

From the moment they come into our lives, they become the center of our existence it seems.  We find ourselves recording every babble, blurb, word and mischief.  Some days we can’t stop hugging them and some days we just wish we could beat the nonsense out of them!  Some days we marvel at how they learn so readily and some days we wonder where they picked that up. 

Last year when my younger son turned 4, I wrote a poem that I wanted to share for my older son’s birthday.   Whether it’s the older child or the younger one, whether they are 4 or 14, the feelings remain the same.  My son keeps reminding me that he’s not a baby anymore.  My answer is still the same, “You are not a baby anymore…. but to me you are still ‘my’ baby!”   

Some day……….

Some day,

he might be a pilot
…..Soaring high above the clouds
Holding 200 lives in his hands.
But for now…..
He needs me to hold his hand…
As he traces his name,

“S-I-D”.

Some day,

he might be a great writer
Taking readers to an imaginary world
But for now……
He can’t fall asleep
Until I read him

Dora’s next adventure.

Maybe one day,

…..he’ll be a rock star
With screaming fans and paparazzi
But for now…….
He insists I sing “Itsy Bitsy Spider”

….for the 100th time.

Some day,

he may be a celebrity chef
And open his own restaurant.
But for now ……..
He needs me to make

my “special” Mac N Cheese
Because I make it…

“the bestest ever!”

Maybe some day,

….he’ll be a surgeon
With many others looking up to him
But for now……
He looks up at me for praise
For going to the potty

“like a big boy.”

Some day…..

he’ll be all grown up
Some day…..

…….he’ll be a man
Some day…..

he won’t need me any more.
But for now

……..he does.

And though some days I wish…

he could put on his own clothes

And tie his own shoes
I wish…

I could slow down time.
So that the SOME DAY would come

……. just a little more later.

Happy Birthday, Love!!