Pickle says…. I am just over four and a half. Mummy and I talk a lot about how big I am getting – but how little I am too. I can’t wait to be five, but Mummy hugs me tightly and whispers to me, I want to enjoy you being just as you are. There is no hurry to grow up. Mummy has a poem on our kitchen cupboard door which reminds her every day that I won’t be this small one day.
Here is the poem:
I won’t always cry, Mummy when you leave the room,
And my supermarket tantrums will end too soon,
I won’t always wake Mummy for cuddles through the night
And one day you will miss having a chocolate face to wipe,
You won’t always wake to find my foot is kicking you out of bed
Or find me sideways on your pillow where you want to lay your head,
You won’t always have to carry me in asleep from the car,
Or piggy back me down the road, when my little legs can’t walk that far.
So cherish every cuddle, remember them all
One day Mummy, I won’t be this small.
~ Stephanie Turner.
Mummy first saw this poem on 31 December 2015 as written by ‘Unknown’ but she has found it since with the author names Stephanie Turner.
This poem says it all doesn’t it? With my eldest sister currently travelling in Cambodia, having finished University, and turning 21 in July Mummy knows full well how quickly time flies by.
When I am tired and grumpy, or just in a very cross mood and not doing as Mummy asks, Mummy remembers these words. When I climb onto her knee for a cuddle, she squeezes me tightly and closes her eyes for a second to hang onto the moment.
I sleep with Mummy which we both just love, and every morning I wake up and cuddle Mummy whispering ‘Morning Mumma’. These are precious moments that she will never forget.
I am still small, and we are both enjoying every day.
Have you heard ‘I Won’t Be This Small’ before?