I thought it was time for you to come to me. I guess I was wrong. I was in a hurry and you knew to wait despite my impatience. I long to hold you, to kiss your cheek, to hold your tiny hand in mine. I want to whisper your name to you in the dark as I cradle you, and sing the lullabies I have written for you.
I am sad. I thought you were on your way, I read about how you were growing, I even talked to you a little. But I am also hopeful. Because I know that one day you will come to me. You will fill my mother-arms, and my mother-heart and I will long for you no more -- because you will be here, with me at last.
So I am sad, not truly and not for long, but just sad that it is not time. Again.
I love you, already and always. I am, forever, your mother.
