Some kind of alchemy

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.