When I took you home

This was on the page for the mothers who have lost older children. I'm thinking I might "alter" it a bit and use it for my January post. It was written by Lori McCarty on 1/2/2018.

On the day you were born we created a bond
From the moment I looked into your eyes.
We weren't expecting to have another
So you were a complete surprise
We doted on you and gazed in awe
At our gift that God had loaned,
I was so proud, excited and even a little nervous
When I took you home.
I had not prepared for another child,
And especially not a boy
But your big sister was absolutely overjoyed
To receive her brand new toy.
One minute I'm rocking you to sleep
Singing to you "Somewhere Out There"
And the next I'm taking you to school or practice,
Or dropping you off somewhere.
Those days of being "Mom's Taxi"
Are just a reminder of my worth
To a boy with dimples and big brown eyes
That I've known ever since his birth.
Soon after, the fast forward button was hit
And you ventured on your own.
I was left longing for the days
When you weren't quite so grown.
I wanted to rewind this life
And shrink you back into that little being;
But instead I was staring at your familiar face
Not believing what I was seeing.
So peaceful and still like the nights we spent
Rocking the chair while you were sleeping...
Only you aren't in your pajamas
And I certainly don't remember weeping.
We are taking you down Lincolnway again
Only this time we're not alone
There are hundreds of people behind us
On the day I took you home.