Slow down little one.
There is so much time to be bigger. Stop trying to move onto the next new thing, stop trying to grow up too soon. You stare at your car seat with disdain and idolize your big sisters booster chair. You run after your siblings with a frown of determination and let out a wail of sorrow when they move to fast and you get left behind.
You sob in my arms and cry ‘I want to be bigger’, I cradle you close and pray for you to stay small a little while longer.
I love how you mispronounce words, how you make me a cup of tea in a wooden cup when I am working. I adore that I am the centre of your world and the first thing you want to see in the morning.
I worried when we stopped breastfeeding the bond would weaken in some way but truth be told you still climb into my arms every morning, curve your legs over mine, making us one body. And then you place your head where you once sought milk and drift back to sleep.
Nothing has changed.
So slow down little one. Being big is hard work, you have school to content with, you will then long to grow up. You will aspire for freedom to walk alone for a while, you will see a treat as being allowed to enter a shop without a parent, run home along the street whilst I drive. You will see a life that doesn’t tie to me so tightly.
Slow down my little one, I’m not quite ready for a big girl yet.