There’s only one of me.
I need more hands.
I need quicker reflexes for catching you when you climb, and spin, and jump.
I need to be a faster runner, to stop you when your interests land somewhere in busy streets, or crowded places.
I need life’s answers to anxiety when I take you into doctor’s offices and don’t know what is wrong.
I need to get a grip, and stop obsessing so much on what will be.
I need to stop fearing the struggle that could one day arise from you having grown so big and strong.
I need more patience, for individuals that think they have your whole world “pegged”, without ever even meeting you.
I need to give myself grace for not being a mind reader, and learning a new language right along with you.
I need to have a bit more patience for the times when we are rushing, and you’d rather be adorable, and silly and fun.
And I need a bigger shield, as my body is just not quite broad enough to shelter you from all the misconceptions and cruelty this world can sometimes display.
I need to slow down. I need to enjoy this adventurous life.
Because each day with you, sweet boy, is a day that we weren’t sure we would ever be blessed enough to be given.
I need to live each day more like you. Joyous.
There’s only 1 of Me.
I may need 8 hands, to be stronger and faster, but I’m slowly getting better at using my voice. My biggest weapon. The biggest tool for the both of us.
And I’m doing the very best I can.