His Tiny Hands

His tiny hands wrap around mine.
His way in the world he is trying to find.

As his footsteps grow stronger,
my hand he needs no longer.

Slowly but surely he will drift away,
oh how I dread that day.

When he becomes a man
with the whole world in his hand.

I’ll look back and see them stressful days we’re not so bad
and I should’ve been thankful for the time that I had.

I need not to focus on bills, work, or dishes
and focus more on his wishes.

A little more mommy is what he needs.
Even if it’s just cuddling and watching tv.

Because one day I will want these days back,
but the power I will lack.

So I’m going to forget about everyday stress
or the house being a mess.

I’m going to focus on my little man.
I will be his biggest fan.

His laugh, his cute little games, or the way he says my name,
nothing is quite the same.

The way he sleeps, the way he sings,
the way he loves the simplest things.

Nothing can compare
to the love that we share.

Nothing is better than me being there every step of the way,
each and every day.

So I can be my son’s hero
and my regrets be zero.

And take everyday as a blessed opportunity
to be the best mom I can be.