If only time could stand still
And we could stay suspended this way-
He being content in my arms
Eyelids closing on another day.
Tiny arms are around my neck-
His chest slowly rises and falls.
The smell of shampoo from his hair-
I'm completely in awe of it all.
I'm locked in this moment-
Knowing later they may become far and few.
So I hold him close and begin to sway-
To a silent song for two.
Often there are no words-
Just a mother and her son.
Circling around around his room-
A last dance before the day is done.
My partner has on footed pajamas.
His feet barely reach my thigh.
No fancy attire is required here.
Only sweet dreams and little sighs.
Though his eyes have been closed a while
I choose to hold him a minute more.
Pretty soon these days will pass-
And baby toys will gather dust on the floor.
First steps will become more steady
And then he'll have lunchbox in hand.
Play dates will change into real ones
And my baby will become my young man.
Maybe then he'll want fewer hugs
And not want me to hold him too tight.
So for now I'll continue our dance
And thank God for giving me this night.
-I love you so much Wyatt and feel blessed beyond words that God allowed me to be your mother!