That extra episode of Octonauts I let you watch?
That was for you, because you’ve been helpful, patient and kind this week.
But that was also for me, because I needed 23 minutes to pack bags for tomorrow, load the dishwasher, feed the cat, and breathe, for just a second.
That third lullaby I sang tonight?
That was for you, because you love our rare quiet time together, my third child.
But that was also for me, because you are growing too fast, because the glider will move out of your bedroom too soon, and because your warm hand on my cheek and full face smile as I sing won’t last forever, it won’t even last the year.
That dance party in the kitchen?
That was for you, because you’ve been cooped up too long in this winter house and need to wiggle and giggle and move.
But that was also for me, because your shimmies, and beautifully un-self-conscious twists, hip shakes and jumps are so lovely, so silly, and so free, and someday you’ll worry more about how you look as you dance, and who is watching.
That late bedtime?
That was for you, so I can ease you into this time change.
But that was also for me, as you sat, gently combing my hair and we pretended to color and style, because someday soon, you’ll both be too busy to bother playing hairdresser with your mom, even if she lets you stay up late.
My babies, my marvelous little people, thank you for the gifts you give me every day.