Mother hood

I remember the day he came into my world, eyes so blue, hair so thick skin a beautiful pink, I remember him crying in the nurses hands, as she held him to clean him by the nurse's sink. He was laid to rest in my arms that day, it was as if he had always been there, He looked so angelic and needing of love, As he lay in my arms his eyes in a stare. He was adorable as he is still today, I held him close and felt the joy, still not beileveing he were there, yes my own little boy. As days went by and turned into years, he grew up to be a wonderful child, a mixture of temprements he certainly has, wild and independant then needey and mild. "Mummy" use to be the word, now its turned into "mum", he has always been my little boy, always my little son. It's true what they say, "their not babies for long", one minute they need you, then their all grown up and strong. So hold on to the memories and do not let go, independance it seems to come quick, but whatever age they are they still need their mum, when their lonely, afraid or sick. So last night I gave him a cuddle, a kiss and a stroke of the hair, I still look at my little wonder, and I still can't believe he is there.