"Mommy, Carry?"

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Little arms reach up and say, “Carry? Carry?” 

Little boy, I cannot always carry you. You are getting heavier. Sometimes I’m holding your baby brother, and I only have one set of hands.

With only one set of hands, I can only reach for so many diapers and wipes at a time, can only mix so many pots on the stove at a time, can only hold so many hands at a time. 

I am just one person. I cannot always meet the needs of two little ones all at once, let alone those of my husband or even myself. Two crying little ones cannot always get Mommy at the same time. Food, dishes, laundry, house cannot always be the way I want them to be. Even using the washroom and taking showers can be a challenge.

I am just one person; but to my little boy, I am that special person who gives warmth and comfort, who kisses his “ouchies” when he stands up into the table or skins his knee, who doesn’t run out of snuggles, whose lap is not too small for two little cuddle bugs, and to whom he reaches out his arms to say, “Mommy, carry? Carry?”

Little boy, I cannot always carry you, but I always carry you in my heart. 

I am just one person. But to my children, I am their whole world.