Baby Steps

7 07 2014

I have to accept that years from now, someone I don’t know, who may not even be born yet, will wash you, take care of you, love you, know you in ways I never will. One of my lessons learned as a parent is that I must let go a little everyday, even though it goes against every stitch of my instinct to hold you tighter. It is odd, crazy, irrational, unneccessary that I prepare myself for your adulthood still light years away…

Out of control are the thoughts that rise to the surface. I rinse the soap from your tiny shoulders, scrub your scalp with gentle shampoo; you are tearless and, for the moment, so am I, but barely.