To all the mothers out there, who sneak small moments, to pretend they are still little.
I wrote this small note to my son.
I stayed with you son, until the regular soft breaths of sleep prevailed.
It’s because I miss you that I’m here tonight.
And yet tomorrow, you will rise in the morning and walk independently into the day.
I’m glad of that. I am.
But right now in sleep, you are little in my arms, son.