I’ll follow you.

Down the corridor of that hospital wing as they push you in your bassinet and me in my wheelchair, towards the room where we’ll spend our first days together.

I’ll follow you.

Closely behind as you army crawl your way across the living room carpet and eventually up the stairs to all of the things that you love to get into.

I’ll follow you.

Through the tunnels, to the swings, down the bike path and back again as you try to keep up with the big kids at the park.

I’ll follow you.

As you make your grand entrance into that kindergarten classroom and smile up at me with excitement in your eyes.

I’ll follow you.

When we go to your friend’s house to take pictures in front of the lilacs of all of you dressed up for prom.

I’ll follow you.

To that college campus too far away but you’ve got your heart set on and who am I to say no.

I’ll follow you.

As you lead me across the dance floor on your special day with the love of your life and indulge your mom in the traditional dance.

I’ll follow you.

Into that room where you will introduce me to my sweet little grandchild and the one that you will now follow.

I’ll follow you.

From now until my dying breath.

Originally published on the author’s blog

Britt LeBoeuf

Britt is a married mother of two from northern New York. She has an undergraduate degree in Human Services. When she's not chasing down her two young children, she writes for sites such as Her View From Home, Scary Mommy, Filter Free Parents and Sammiches and Psych Meds. Check out her first published book, "Promises of Pineford" on Amazon too. On her blog, These Boys of Mine, she talks about parenting only boys, special needs parenting, mental health advocacy, being a miscarriage survivor and life as a crazy cat lady.