Do you see me?
Look, mama. Look at my eyes. Though all my body will grow tall and wide, these will remain just as they are today.
You will not always see them below your own. One day I may grow above you and will want to look into your own.
Then I'll say, "Hello, from way up here, dear mama!"
It's my desire that one day you will look up to me. That you will be proud of who I have become, the beginnings of that becoming begun under your watchful eye.
I want to learn from you, mimic the love and gentleness and patience that I see in you.
Because one day, mama, I will be grown, off on a life all my own.
And I know, I really do, that you will still want me to see you.
See you through those latter years, see you through the lonely years. See you through injury and illness, and whatever may come.
And I'll do it, mama. I'll be there for you.
Because, today, you were here for me.
You saw me through my maturing years so you better believe that I'll be with you in your mature years.
I'm memorizing your eyes today so that I'll know just how love looks. Not just what it looks like, but how it looks straight through this outer shell and into the heart of who I am.
I'll need to learn this from you now so I'll know how to me with you later on.
Hello, from down here, dear mama!
I love these days of looking up to you.
In 5 Minutes, what was on my heart today.