By Julie
I sweep him up. For a heartbeat he’s suspended in space, then lands in my arms. Nose to nose, I count the freckles on his cheeks. He giggles.
He skips along the path, singing, “Little ladybug…” He’s my boy and I’m still Mommy. Soon I’ll be Mom. Soon he’ll say, “I just don’t want to hug you all the time, Mom.”
I know this because it’s happened four times already and it’s always the same: the boy grows up.
This boy will grow up, too, but there will be another. That first baby tooth had enough DNA for a thousand boys.
Wow -this is taking the obsession with being a mother to infinity and beyond! Someone once asked my mother why she had 6 children and she said, ‘there’s something about having a small child in your arms, isn’t there?’ This story illustrates that sentiment a thousand times over.
Thanks! I’m with your mother… it’s hard to let go of those little ones!
Love the last-line twist!
Thank you, and thank you for reading my story!
Great story with a good twist. Hope she’s rich, as all those birthdays to celebrate is going to get expensive!
This is what comes to my mind too! lol
Oh no, I hadn’t thought of that. Time for a sequel called “Running out of money forever.”