Watching your baby grow up

 Watching your baby grow up is a different kind of heartbreak.

You sit there and watch the folds and cheeks slowly melt away.
The babbles turn into real words.
Real questions about this big world.

And you’re proud.
But you’re aching too.

Because you already miss this season, even while you’re still in it.
You miss the way they fit on your chest.
The way their whole face lit up just because you walked into the room.

But then you look at who they’re becoming.
This extraordinary little human with a spark that’s all their own.
And you realize the future looks pretty beautiful too.

A different kind of love.
A different kind of letting go.
And somehow, it’s all okay.