I will never be the first to let go when my kids hug me

 I will never be the first to let go when my kids hug me.

Because one day, they won’t run into my arms the same way.
One day, they’ll be too big to sit on my hip,
too busy to crawl into my lap,
too grown to need me the way they do now.

So I hold on just a little longer.
Long enough to make sure they know they’re safe here.
Long enough to let them lead the goodbye.
Long enough to memorize the way their little arms feel wrapped around me.

Because I know the day is coming when I’ll wish they held on just a few seconds more.
So for now, I’ll be the last to let go. Every single time. 

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