Sometimes I wish

 Sometimes I wish I could go back and hold them as little babies just one more time.

To feel their tiny fingers wrap around mine.
To breathe in that sweet newborn smell.
To rock them to sleep on my chest and forget about the world for a while.

I didn’t know back then how fast it would all go how quickly those sleepless nights would turn into memories I’d ache to relive.
How the cries that once felt endless would someday be replaced with silence I’d miss.
How the little hands that reached for me constantly would one day wave goodbye as they ran toward independence.

It’s wild how motherhood works like that.
You spend so much time wishing for the next stage,
and then one day you’d give anything to go back even just for a moment.