letting go

my heart stopped as i held the scissors,
resting the blades against the thick golden curls that
i had combed so neatly and tied with ribbon.

i stopped a dozen times,
sliding the ribbon down a bit,
before i finally made
the decision to
snip.



i know every parent is in awe of
how fast time flies;
how big their sweetpea is growing;
the vocabulary and thought process of
the child who is almost too big to curl into their lap;
how much they change.

from the time we are infants
until the time we take our last breath,
we change.
as parents, we never know our children
as they are,
for long,
before they change again.

i am trying to hold on to each moment
and remember the sweetness of this
strange, wonderful journey.
but it seems like the moment
i let a
smellsighttouchsoundtaste
sink in,
it is gone.

and with it, i change, too.