Shadowy

Dear Ittybit,


Some day you will want me to go away.

Far, far away.

You may even wish me dead.

You won't mean it, but it will still hurt.



One day ...

Maybe when I'm not around ...

You'll remember saying it and wish you hadn't.



So I'm telling you now ...



Before I get lost in whatever it is I probably should be doing later ...

After you've stopped bouncing around in front of me ...

Begging for my undivided attention ...



That whatever it was you said didn't hurt my feelings ...

As much as it woke them up.


More minutes ...

To work ...

To play ...

To be alone ...

To be together ...

Will seem so trivial where there are no minutes left.




Love and better balance,


Mommy