Tuesday, November 28, 2006
What Happened to My Baby?
Things have a way of sneaking up on you. I was sitting on the couch the other day when a handsome 6 foot tall young man appeared in the doorway.
How did that happen? My sweet little Casey with curly blond hair who used to cuddle in my lap and whose contagious laugh would echo through the house is gone. How cruel, that time moves so fast you don’t have a chance to savor the moment given to you. Like trying to hold back the tide it comes toward you, over you, past you and away.
Soon he’ll be gone. Off to achieve dreams he has for himself. I’ll be left with the memories of a little boy who brought joy to everyone he met, whose smile could light up a room and whose generosity and kindness blessed many people.
He gave me a gift the other day. He sat next to me on the couch and held my hand. We didn’t say anything we just sat and held hands. Another precious memory for me to visit when he leaves.
If only I could have one more chance to rock him to sleep, stroke his curls and cuddle him. If given the opportunity I promise I’ll hold him longer, I won’t be in a hurry to put him in bed, I won’t be in a rush to finish chores or make phone calls. I promise I won’t think of anything but how sweet it is to hold and love my baby, to smell his hair and and feel his warm body close to mine…just..one…more…time…please….
I love you Casey, with everything I have in me…I love you.