Joining with The Gypsy Mama over at (in)courage today for a five minute un-edited free write about the topic of her choice:
There you are, still in our bed.
Our littlest boy, too big for a crib,
too small for a bed of your own.
We still love to snuggle in beside you.
No, I reassure my husband, he will not be still in our bed when he is fifteen.
I am sure of that, yet I know it is time for him to move out,
to move in with his big brothers.
I need more sleep, less interrupted sleep,
fewer fingers groping my face and fewer feet in my husband's nose.
there you are.
Our baby, our boy.
The one nursling I was able to bring into my bed
now the last one I want to leave.
So much energy you have expelled all day long,
strange to see you suddenly lying still,
arms and leg reaching out to find your missing mom.
I'm still here.
Behind the camera.
Watching you sleep.
Wishing you could stay this age always.