He won’t always want to sleep in my arms.
He won’t always cry when I leave the room.
He won’t always want to suckle for hours at my breast.
He won’t always want to share my food.
He won’t always need my full attention all of the time.
He will grow older, more independent, less aware of me.
And then, as exhausting, frustrating, difficult as it is now, I will miss these days.