I know it is the way of all flesh.
That parenting is all about the long journey from womb to big, wide world.
But if someone could please explain to me, how
did my baby sprint so quickly from wanting to be held all the time
to riding a bike with training wheels?
I had to hold her and sing to her
While I did the dishes
And nowadays I get the occasional snuggle
Interrupted by bursts of speed.
She would hold my hand while she fell asleep.
I was never the first to let go.
And now I stride next to her while she pedals,
Proud, but wishing I was somehow holding on.