I don’t want to. hang on, too tightly, to a season that will end

Each stage. Each Phase. Has it’s highlights. victories. wars to win.

With tears and fears it’s often hard to “cherish every moment” through the years…my heart palpitates under the pressure that I’m not . Not feeling the way I’m supposed to. Am I drinking every drop?

I can’t afford to mourn:

The way your cherub face transforms before my very eyes, rubber band wrists replaced by slender limbs.

The delicious milky scent of your velvet skin made a little rougher

The syrupy sound of your voice. Tender and innocent . This too shall pass

Your hand in mine, the way your tiny frame crawls into my lap freely knowing no boundaries

The intensity of your feelings in the middle of a tantrum, your eyes never looking this bright as you make your case, even if irrationally

I love right now. The present gift.
I’ve grieved what has been. Memorable learning experiences to carry all my days.

I have not enjoyed every tiny moment while I was in them, I am not capable of grasping the significance

Sorry, honey, neither are you

I’m in no hurry to advance onto what’s next but I know I’ll not love it less.

There’s a certain twist of joy knowing all good things must end, freeing you up to truly enjoy them, then

My heart was built for eternity and this is not it

But I’m going to drink every drop