I Linger a Little Bit Longer
Each night I stand beside the crib holding a sleepy boy in my arms.
As his head rests on my shoulder I sway to the lull of his slow steady breathing.
I know these moments will soon pass away as he grows into a busy little boy
He will probably be my last baby and I think about that every time I nurse him,
every time I cuddle him,
every diaper I change
and every good night kiss I place on the back of his soft neck.
“Don’t grow up too quickly little babe.” I whisper into his ear as he drifts off to sleep.
He’s starting to nurse a little longer at night.
He snuggles deeper into my chest and reaches his hand up to hold on to me.
I think we both know this season is drawing close to it’s end and neither of us are quite ready.
So I linger a little bit longer every night.
Just to breathe in his sweet baby smell, of Cheerios and applesauce and baby wipe freshness.
I rest my head upon his tiny head which is resting on my shoulder.
We rock and we sway together, enjoying the quiet of the night.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, hoping to ingrain this moment in my memory forever.
I never want to forget this moment.
So I linger a little bit longer.
Beautifully said. They grow up way too fast.
This is so beautiful, Jessica.
“Cheerios and applesauce and baby wipe freshness” My heart just dropped to my stomach when i read that. I swear I smell of that right now. The baby stage just goes too quickly. Period.