Two months old, he looks up at me.How his smile melts your heart,
You want to say, "Stop, time"
Don't move on.
Even as you watch that look is gone.
Then he's two, such a little man.
So alive and so smart,
Again you say, "Stop, time"
Stay just this way.
But the future comes ... and he can't stay.
Nobody warns you of this parent's paradox.
You want your kid to change and grow.
But when he does, another child you've just begun to know
Leaves forever.
Birthdays fly - 7, 8, 9, 10.
Every kid he becomes you clutch and say "Stop, time"
Hold this one fast ...
But it's not supposed to last.
And that time has come and passed.
For he's growing,
And he has to go.
If I had only stopped the clock four weeks ago,
Somehow had frozen time right there,
He'd still be here, I'd see his face,
I'd hold him in my arms
Safe forever.
It can't be that he's reached thirteen.
Now the real changes start ...
But he's not here.
"Stop, time"
Don't rush life so.
Bring him back,
And then I'll let him go ...



Merciful Heavens....I just cried my eyes out over this tender little post. I love you, too, my precious, darling girl. Welcome to the wonderful world of motherhood-- The most heartbreakingly, achingly, deliriously joyful journey there could ever be.
ReplyDelete...and then you become a GRANDMA!!!
As I read that I could hear my dear sweet wife thinking, "You should be me." :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for all the posts/pics Shelli. They help minimize all that we're missing.
Thank goodness for video and cameras so that we can capture just a taste of life!
ReplyDeleteWow-- your little one has the most beautiful eyes and the cutest little mouth. Love your pictures!
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