One day they are going to stop running to me for cuddles when they’re hurt

One day they are going to stop looking at me for confirmation

One day they are going to stop saying look, mama, look what I can do

One day they are going to stop asking me if we can be bed partners tonight

One day they are going to stop calling me 187 times after they’ve been put to bed

One day they aren’t going to want me to read to them anymore

One day they’re not going to want to come in the bathroom while I shower so they can keep me company

One day they’re going to stop offering me their hands to cross the street

One day they’re going to stop believing in the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus

One day they’re not going to fight over who gets to sit in my lap

One day they’re going to stop asking me to paint with them or to play cards or to jump with them on the trampoline

One day they aren’t going to need me to watch them like a hawk when they’re in the pool or the sea

One day they’re just not going to need me quite so much

One day, but not today.