Can you please stop doing that thing? That thing where you keep telling me you’re getting bigger and that you don’t need Mama’s help anymore? I’ll stop what I’m doing and sit back to watch. I’ll feign excitement when you look up and say “See!?” I’ll tell you I’m proud while my memory floats back to worrying if your tiny feet were too cold.
Can you please stop doing that thing? That thing where you stretch your hands up to the sky and ask me to measure you on the door? I know the marker will have changed. I’ll obey and write down the date next to the new shaky line my pen makes on the ridge of the door. I’ll even smile and clap my hands while my heart makes its way up to my throat.
Can you please stop doing that thing? The one where you go and get your cereal out of the pantry and hand me your favorite plastic bowl? Because that simple act makes me realize I don’t need the extra set of hands I used to beg for last year.
Can you please stop doing that thing? The thing where you say goodbye and tell me to have a good day while walking away? It’s exactly what you’re supposed to do, but it makes me nostalgic for the clingy hugs and the “one more” wet kisses.
You are almost 3 years old. Our relationship will grow and change. Next year you will be even more independent. You’ll be taller and more defined. You’ll possess a voracious appetite for new knowledge and develop stronger opinions. You’ll be older…and there is nothing either of us can do to stop it.
I will never forget your 2 year old-ness, sweet boy. I will never forget your dimply hands or your baby soft cheeks.
I’ll never once forget the feel of your head on my chest or the way your voice sounds when it whispers to me at night under the covers.
I promise I will never forget us, when you were 2. It will stay in my vault forever…or at least until it meets up with another year of memories and pleas to stop growing up.
Happy 3rd Birthday, Decker Patrick Quinn