Responsible

I am responsible for these moments.

For soaking in this precious time with my baby, rather than the guilt of everything else I feel like I should be doing. Because my baby won’t always need me in this way, but the dishes will always be waiting.

I won’t get this time back.

I am responsible for these moments.

For focusing on how small my baby is today, rather than how big she will be next week. For holding onto her little hands and feet, and those contact naps on my chest, knowing they won’t last forever.

Today is to be lived before tomorrow.

I am responsible for these moments.

For capturing the beauty in the fog and the bliss of being the only world someone wants to get to know right now. Because it’s there. It’s always there. But the clouds of sleep deprivation won’t always be.

I want to remember.

I am responsible for these moments.

For making them possible in the first place. For writing the opening chapter in the never ending story of us. And there is no role I take more seriously.

Don’t let me forget.