…. your chair, when you choose to sit on my lap, leaning back to where my lips touch the top of your head.
… your bed, when you climb on top of me and lay your little boy head on my chest where my heart beats, just like when you were a baby.
… your ladder, when you use my legs as a boost to get to the armchair that’s too high for you.
… your playmate, when we spend our days playing with your trucks, stacking cups, bubbles, the dreadful ball popper and your bike.
… your entertainer, when we play peek-a-boo endlessly, when I tickle you under your arms and make you laugh breathlessly, when I hold you in my arms and dance to imaginary music.
… your teacher, when we read books together and I point out the pictures and words and you repeat them, and when we say 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 together.
… your best friend, when we just want to be in each other’s company, quietly sitting and holding hands.
… your worst enemy, when I make you take medicine when you’re sick and you hate it and when I tell you to “Stop it!” when you’re throwing a tantrum,
… your biggest cheerleader, when you achieve something new: holding your head up at 4 weeks, rolling over at 4 months, sitting up at 6 months, crawling at 8 months, standing up at 10 months, talking at 12 months, walking and climbing at 14 months, running at 16 months, standing up for yourself to a 5 year old child at the play gym at 20 months.
… your mother, the day you came into this world and made mine better.
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