My Baby Boy and Me

I found this poem while sitting here in the wee hours cuddled with my baby boy.  It brought tears to my eyes and had me holding him closer.  I will admit there are days when I just want some peace.  The ability to do any chore with both hands or without him strapped to me.   Getting through an entire bathing ritual without someone calling out for me.  Or feeling like a pit crew when bathing.. how fast can you get everything necessary done?

Now when those days crowd in on me I will take the time to sit in awe of my sweet growing boy and revel in his need to have me close.  One day he will push for his independence, running away and laughing when I ask for hugs or kisses.  He wont remain little for long and his need for me to be near will never be so great.  For now, I will enjoy being the most important person in his life.  Even if it means having an audience while bathing.

My Baby Boy and Me

It's three AM, they're all asleep,
and no-one's here to see.
As we rock slowly back and forth,
My baby boy and me.

His little hand is feather light
Tucked up against my chin.
I hold his tiny hand in mine,
and stroke his baby skin.

The house about us creaks and groans,
The clock hands creep around.
He snuggles closer to me still,
And makes his baby sounds.

I love these quiet hours so much,
And cherish every one.
Store memories up inside my heart
For lonely nights to come.

All too soon he'll be grown up,
His need for mama gone.
But until then I still have time
For kisses and for song.

Time for quiet hours like this
With him cuddled in my arms,
Where I wish he'd always stay
Protected, safe and warm.

And yet I know the day will come
When his tiny little hand,
will be bigger than my own.
He'll grow to be a man.

But until then he's mine to love
With no one here to see.
As we rock slowly back and forth,
My baby boy and me.
...Author Unknown