Lately my desire to document the days has felt stronger than usual.
Maybe it’s because my due date is rapidly approaching. And that our firstborn turns five at the end of January, which means kindergarten’s on the horizon for him.
The days of big belly kicks and no diapers will be ending soon, and I want to remember what life looked like before our family expands.
Because one day Jack won’t fit in my lap when it’s “time for watching.”
One day he won’t dash into our bed upon waking and shimmy next to me under the warm covers.
One day he won’t scatter Hot Wheels like breadcrumbs near the baseboards, in the bookshelves or across the coffee table.
One day he won’t subsist on Cheez-Its, hot dogs and small gulps of air.
One day he won’t want to wear “cozy pants” with his favorite Superman shirt, worn soft from overuse.
One day he won’t say, “Wanna hear some rock-n-roll?” and plink the keys on his tiny piano. (Actually, I’m fine losing the tiny piano.)
One day he won’t race around the yard in circles, breathless at the sight of stars.
One day he won’t craft jewelry out of pipe cleaners and beads and present it to me proudly.
One day he won’t ask his dad to build him a race car from a giant cardboard box.
One day he won’t make snow angels and sand angels and leaf angels with glee.
One day he won’t cup my face in his hands and kiss my lips before he falls asleep.
One day his habits will change and his whole perspective will widen.
Because one day soon he’ll be a big brother. What a gift to see him grow.
// Inspired by Joy Becker’s “Because one day you won’t” series.
Erin Strybis 