Little Legs Dangling
Quiet Realisations by the Baby-Monitor Glow
I peek at my little boy
and realise
he’s no longer a baby.
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Sleeping peacefully,
his little legs hang
through his cot —
he’s grown too tall.
👣
Gone are the wakeful nights;
he surrenders to slumber now.
His language is flourishing.
I miss the cute way
he’d stumble on certain words.
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I can’t recall
the last time
I carried him up the stairs.
Racing full-speed ahead,
I gently remind him to
hold my hand.
👣
He still loves milk,
but no longer takes it
from a bottle.
Holding a sippy cup
proudly in two
small hands,
he drinks on his own.
👣
He’s starting to make
his own choices,
not all of them
needing his mum
by his side.
👣
But watching those
little legs dangling
out of the cot,
I realise
my little boy
will always be
my baby.
About the Creator
Sandy Gillman
I’m a mum to a toddler, just trying to get through the day. I like to write about the ups and downs of parenting. I’m not afraid to tell it like it is. I hope you’ll find something here to laugh, relate to, and maybe even learn from.
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Comments (38)
I love this photo. They grow up so fast it's surreal. I am astounded by the speed of one year, and before you know it, 20 are gone.
They grow up so fast! Lovely poem 💛
He's really growing up quickly, isn't he? Before you know it, he'll be in a bed.
Let them find new skills, but they are vulnerable.
It's scary how when we are young we remember every holiday etc, now our years are just a number. Time is faster and it feels everything left behind.
Wooohooooo congratulations on your Leaderboard placement! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Congrats on your leaderboard placement!
They grow up so fast, Sandy. Enjoy every little moment! Congratulations on your top story and leading the leadership board this week❣
So sweet. Mine are in their 30's now and they're both still my babies. I do wish I could get them to stop using sippy cups, though. Congratulations on Leaderboard!
Wow I really felt this Sandy so heartfelt I feel this way with my little bubba. What a stunning intuned piece thank you for sharing. It does make you think they grow up so quickly. Also congratulations for winning top story for December this really nailed it what an amazing piece.
Awww this is so sweet. :) At least you can sleep now. :D
Sweet… and you’re right… he will always be your baby boy!
Awww. Yes, the grow up so quick... Make the most of them while you can. Lovely verse and congrats on the TS
So Real --- thankyou for sharing and congratulations on Top Story xx
So sweet!! It’s so true he will always be your baby ♥️
They grow up so fast . . .
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This sweet poem made me think of how im practicing gratitude to cultivate more patience, with myself as well as with my toddler. Whenever im frustrated or annoyed with my toddler’s crazy antics, i tell myself out loud “one day you’re gonna miss these chaotic moments, these baby giggles and silly games, enjoy this moment for the blessing it truly is” and it really helps me to get back into the moment, and with gratitude instead of annoyance. They are little for such a short time and while their laughter will forever echo within our hearts, their absence one day will be heavy. Practicing gratitude in those moments creates memories to cherish later on.
Aw this is brilliant and so heartfelt. Loved it so much xxx Congrats on top story as well xxx Definitely a well deserved top story xxx
Aww the bittersweet realisations of parenthood. ❤️
That's what my mom always says, too. No matter how old I get, I am always her baby. You described growing up in the loveliest way, but the ache is still there in the edges of the stanzas. Congrats on the TS!💖
I know what you mean in this poem. My daughter is 22, but I still think of her as my Baby. Congratulations on Top Story ! 🥰
This beautifully captures how growth happens quietly, almost without us noticing.
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Congratulations on your poem being a Top Story. This piece is so sweet and true. You captured the simple joy and sadness of watching a child grow up.