Dear Baby W,
You are a BIG BOY now,
sleeping in a BIG BOY bed
with a Momma who sneaks a peak
of the only peaceful moments
you’ll give me all day.
And when I watch you through the tiny crack of your door,
I imagine the boy you will become.
I imagine you bringing home your handmade Mother’s Day cards
and Macaroni necklaces.
I imagine you learning to ride a bike,
and swinging a golf club like Tiger Woods.
I imagine Back To School nights
and baseball tournaments.
I imagine you coming home from school
with your first broken heart.
I imagine Homecoming dances
and college visits.
I imagine the ache in my heart
as I read the letters you write home from your mission.
And while I know things may not turn out
just as I imagine,
I do know that I want the life for you
that you imagine.
And that would make me the happiest
Momma in the world.
Just like the happiness I feel now,
when I can hear you call Momma
through the crack in the door,
and I race your Daddy to be the first to
scoop you up from your nap,
so that I can kiss those smushy cheeks
and giggle at your bed head.
You make me smile.
-Momma
