Outgrow Me

A blog I follow is a fellow Auburn girl with an incredible gift for the written word. I really enjoy reading her posts, which isn't updated on a regular basis, so when she writes, her words are powerful, lovely and hit the nail right on the head. You can find her at The Storywood. She wrote this poem about her son and it just resonated with me so much, because it is exactly the combination of love and fear that I have for Robbins. She says it best in her writing that one day they outgrow us, how wonderful and sad at the same time.
So Robbins, when you read this some day, know what a privilege it is for me to be your mom.

Every single great man,

Was once a mother’s baby boy.
All that strength she held within her arms,
Would soon stand firmly on the floor.

She watched his fingers fumble,
To grasp the toy and hold tight.
Now she watches with pride and wonder,
His pen weaving wrong to right.

He drew his breath and squealed,
For the delight of a single ball.
And she holds her breath with fear,
As he sprouts wings above them all.

Two steps up he’d crawl,
Then rest, smile back for her.
No backwards glance now needed,
As he summits round every turn.

She counted piggies in the market,
And played peek-a-boo with his soles.
Now those feet march towards justice,
And she knows not where they go.

Her kisses, how they melted!
On his head and soft, pink cheeks.
But the need and count grow fewer,
As his face forms lines and peaks.

She was thankful for the baby boy,
God entrusted to her care.
And found it a privilege to love him,
To hold his hand and drive out fear.

But all the while she knew it coming,
Her great triumph and pending doom.
That this child would outgrow her,
And become a man too soon.