When I asked her why, she said she will drive me around instead when she's big enough.
Tight thugs at my heart hearing that. So much love and responsibility coming from a small body.
What did I do to deserve this much love?
Yesterday, she asked again.
But this time, it's how to stop the car. She asked if I used my right leg to step on the pedal to put on the brakes. Such observation. I nodded, felt the hard thug again, looked into the big brown eyes and smiled. My baby girl has such a big heart, and I feel so undeserving to even take up a small part in it. She smiled back, and turned her head to look at the road as if feeling very proud of herself for getting it right.
Why do you have to grow up so fast, baby girl?
I was holding you in my arms some near 5 years ago and now all you're thinking is driving me around in return.
It was like yesterday that you learnt your first word. It was like yesterday you crawled to get to me. It was like yesterday that you grew your very first tooth.
And when I woke up this morning, you can sing almost every latest song on the radio. You walk, you run, you dance shamelessly in public, enjoying life as how we adults fail to.
And one day I know, oh I so know, baby girl, I will wake up on your wedding day, wishing that you are still the baby girl I hold so tight when my heart hurts.
And I know that on that day, I could hear your sweet little voice singing soft lullabies to your bears. I'd see your wicked smile, looking all charming to get something of your wants. I'd feel your small hands grabbing me by the arms, hugging me from the back, holding my hand just because.
And I know, baby girl, I will miss your fluttering kisses you'd give me at the school gate and the hidden waves you throw when I drive off.
Why do you have to grow up so fast, baby girl? Mama can't catch up with you.
2 comments:
owh soooooooo sweet, 997! you'd almost brought down me tears..
me brought down me own tears writing it!
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