This one counted

I wasn't there to hear your glee filled squeal the first time you went down a slide.
Someone else had the joy of pushing you on the swings for the first time.
On those first few trips to the park, you toddled after someone else's children.
I may have missed those first trips to the playground when you were just a little guy in Russia, but I didn't miss this one.

On this trip I heard every squeal and giggle.
I watched you chase your brother and sisters around, and wondered how they ever got along without you.
Your dad and I both marveled at your crazy upper body strength.

This time I was there to be your Mama.
This one counted.

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