Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on milestone.
Oh this word.
This word is heavy for your mamma.
This word comes with development, moving on, moving away, moving forward.
And your mamma loves little.
Your mamma loves a baby.
And baby clothes.
And baby coos.
And baby toes and fingers.
And little bottles and little toys.
And little cries.
And cribs and snuggles and little.
Your mamma loves the little.
But you two are hell bent on growing up.
And so I follow your lead.
I follow you to pre-school and pre-k and Kindergarten and elementary and middle school and now high school.
I follow you through toys and dolls and smocks and mess to makeup and phones and friends and phone calls and time away.
I follow you to sleep overs and camps and more and more time away.
I follow your lead.
I follow you through pitter patter of feet to full on runs.
I follow you through sports that's like herding cats to making teams.
I follow you to Santa and magic and the excitement to understanding that the magic is all that matters.
I follow you through our traditions that keep growing and flowing.
I follow your lead.
So, sweet loves of mine.
This mamma of yours, the one that gets a little heavy with a new milestone, I'll follow you anywhere.
