My Child, You won’t remember any of this
You won’t remember how I woke up every two hours pumping and feeding you when you were a newborn.
You won’t remember how we read a book each night with you snuggled against my chest.
You won’t remember how we’d play Hide N Seek at the park, and you’d hide in the same spot over and over again, laughing and peeking out, thinking your hiding spot was so clever.
You won’t remember how I’d lay with you every night and hold your hand until you’d drift off, and I’d hear a little sigh as your hand would fall limp.
You won’t remember blowing dandelion seeds together and the wonder in your eyes as you’d make a wish.
You won’t remember the way I’d look at you in awe while just learning your personality.
You won’t remember how you climbed into my bed each morning to cuddle up.
You won’t remember the nights you woke up screaming and needing a back rub to reassure you I was close.
But your heart will, because the feeling of love you felt shaped it.
And that’s what matters most.