Gone are the days of pushing you on swings and practicing your letters.
Gone are the days of rocking you to sleep and taking walks with you in the stroller.
Gone are the days of swaddling your tiny body and spoon-feeding you dessert.
Gone are the days of you calling me Mommy because now I’m just Mom.
Gone are the days of you wearing capes around the house and running through the sprinkler in your diaper.
But . . .
Here are the days of you riding your bike without training wheels and scoring your first goal.
Here are the days of you tying your shoelaces and cracking eggs for breakfast.
Here are the days of you doing chores around the house and learning the value of a dollar.
Here are the days of you telling me about your day and reading the bedtime story to me instead.
Here are the days when you take the waves head-on and don’t always come to me when you get hurt.
Here are the days when you hug just a little bit tighter and love just a little bit harder.
Here are the days that will one day inevitably be the days that are gone.
And when the new days take their place, I’ll be here my sweet little one, just as I’ve been all along.
Originally published on the author’s Instagram page