I have just one child
and just one chance
to parent well -
to savor each stage.
I had just one pregnancy
to soak it all in:
his fluttery kicks
and him safely tucked close.
There was just one child
hitting all his firsts
and just one season
with a little baby at home.
I had just one toddler
exploring the world,
pushing my buttons,
revealing my impatience.
One kid went to school
for the first time,
There is one set of pictures
for each grade.
Now I have just one big kid
and before I blink
he will be my only teen.
One more blink
and he will be gone.
Each phase has gone
as quickly as it came
Nine years
gone so fast.
I was fully submerged in motherhood
and have been slowly pulled out
by fits and starts
as he's needed me
less and less.
His independence is good
his growth is desirable.
I hope he becomes a man
who can live and care for others
on his own.
But with just one child
it is hard to let go.
With just one child,
sweet stages end too soon.
I long for more time
before the house empties
and it's just... me.