As I rock you, I can hear your brother and sister screaming in the living room. I can hear daddy making breakfast and trying to wrangle them at the same time.

As I rock you, I can see how much you have grown. You take up more of my body now.

As I rock you, I look at your sweet, small face and wonder how did I get so lucky.

As I rock you, I can’t help but look at all the laundry that needs to be folded and toys that need to be picked up.

As I rock you, you start to squirm and wiggle and then get nestled right back next to my chest. This is where I want to be.

As I rock you, I know you will stay asleep when I lay you down, but I don’t want to just yet.

As I rock you, I’m reminded by my mom that babies don’t keep.

As I rock you, all seems right in the world.