I sing for you, my growing toddler
And sometimes, your eyes seem as enthralled
as that 4 month old who used to lie back
unable to do much else
yet, content (most times)
to gaze at mama's silly antics.
And I know it's you, still
and it was you, then
but somehow, every version of you lives on
independently.
Your growth is some kind of alchemy
A transformation not quite linear
And every day, I have the gift of a new you
With the bittersweet knowledge of past yous
Because every you, my darling
Has been more perfect than the bluest sky and the sweetest apple
Every you has been a reminder
That there is nothing mundane about humanity
And everything magical about growth.
