03/02/2023
One day soon,
you won’t be able to fit into my arms.
My back will ache when I lift you,
my arms sore as your legs dangle way over my knees.
And then you’ll be too big and heavy,
your body longer, leaner, and harder to hold,
or you’ll want to walk far ahead of me in front of your friends out of embarrassment.
But the reality is,
I’ll carry you a lot longer than nine months.
Because even after the days of holding you in my arms have passed,
I’ll carry you in my heart for life.
Because I’ll always be ready to wrap my arms around you when you rest your head on my chest,
to wipe your tears away when you need comfort,
to be the unconditional “I love you” you need when you’re feeling alone in this world,
and to be a listening ear that can provide insight from an experienced perspective.
I'll always cherish the moments when you want me.
And your needs will change,
but I’ll keep carrying you,
just in a different, less physical way.
Because, as your mother,
I’ll carry you.
𝘈𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴.
📸: Unknown Artist