Grasping at the fabric of time
On Motherhood: You’re changing so fast and I’m left standing there with fists full of thread
I cried because you’ve already grown out of your newborn clothes. The tiny black and white striped onesie with the little lion head on the front. The thermal sleeper with the bear feet that your little arms used to get lost in. The cream-colored onesie that says I love mommy. I used to hold it up to my belly when you were still inside and I’d say to you…