"but dav, i just want a little cuddle?" i say.
"but mom. i too busy. just for a little while, k?" you say.
you indulge me for a moment and crawl up on the couch beside me & throw those small arms around my larger middle. my heart soars.
"will you stay little for me forever?" i ask facetiously.
"only for a little bit mom. just a little bit for you." you bounce down & busy yourself with the busy work of building barriers of toys so your siblings can't come in the room without knocking over a toy apocalypse. piling box upon car, pillow upon baby doll you work fervently until it meets your expectations. hands on hip, you grin with approval. your contagious giggle follows.
sigh. how do i make it last? how do i slow time down? your childhood flashes before my very eyes. so fast. too fast. how could you be busy already? when it feels so much like your babyhood has ended, i desperately try to remember it is also a beginning. beginnings often masquerade as endings & endings as beginnings. they are one in the same. you can't have one without the other, i soothe my crumpled spirit. i know all to well i have been the one to teach busyness, to exemplify hurry, to push forward. but no need to panic. just slow. a pausing of time. so i can see, i can experience, i can savour the way those blue eyes sparkle when they get into mischief.
"i be right back! but don't miss me mom cause, cause, cause i be riiiiight back!" you climb your tower of toys & jitter off into the kitchen. my heart hurts just a little, knowing this won't be the last good-bye.
and so let's gaze together. let's begin together. let's grow up & walk brave, humble & onward towards maturity together in this long life of adventure.
you return to your mountain top of toys, blue eyes grinning over the precipices & you giggle as you push through to the other side. "i back mom. no missing me. i back!"