To my Little One:
I don’t want you to grow. Every night that you kiss me before bed, I lament the fact that you are almost as tall as I am. I want to be able to pick up up like I used to do and tuck you in bed. Sometimes you yell at me for grabbing you as you walk past and sitting you on my lap, but that’s my way of holding on to my past, when you needed me. And now that you are growing up, my heart aches.
So, don’t be mad at me when I hug you too tight, or when I kiss you over and over again. That’s just my fear manifesting into a suffocating blanket of love. And that blanket will cover you for as long as I am on this earth, and beyond.
Love,
Your momma
Sithy Things 
June 24th, 2011 at 10:35 AM
You’re a sweetie, Ags.
June 24th, 2011 at 11:05 AM
Very sweet. I often feel the same way, and the only saving grace is that I’m SO much bigger than my daughter that she’s unlikely to ever get as tall as me. Thanks for sharing!!
June 24th, 2011 at 5:45 PM
Aw. Very sweet.
June 24th, 2011 at 7:17 PM
Moms are like that…yeah, they are!!
June 24th, 2011 at 8:14 PM
I understand a lot more about my mother, now that Mini-me is growing up and not needing Mommy as much (or at all!)
June 24th, 2011 at 10:31 PM
Girl, you ain’t just whistling dixie. It is hard when they think they’re too big. 🙂