I draped my arms around your shoulders for the first time: you were small.

One day I will revert from ma to mommy. I will hold you in my hands and play with your hair. I will rub those aching feet and let you moan in your sleep. You will teach me about restlessness at 4am, the relentless lull to your vanity. You will teach me the art of falling asleep when cheek meets pillow.