My Shoulder, Your Head

         It was a Monday night and I had just birthed you.  When they handed you to me I held you against my chest and that's when my shoulder met your head.  It was a perfect fit and my entire body instantly knew that you, my boy, were mine. The warmth, overflowing love, and instant gratification that you gave me were all just almost more than my heart could handle. 


        Since that Monday night in May I have held you a lot and my shoulder and your head always seem to find each other.  It seems to be your resting place and your source of comfort. The back of your head nestled against the inside of my neck.  Your pudgy little cheek resting softly on my shoulder.  In the middle of the night when you have cried out as you cut new teeth I have held you and consoled you, my shoulder held your head and there you found comfort.  Through ear infections, tummy aches and sniffles my shoulder has held your head and there you found relief.


      When our dog of 9 years, Jackson, passed away I held you close.  Your head on my shoulder and I sobbed as I mourned Jackson.  Your head on my shoulder brought me comfort.  You see it is just as much a resting place for me as it is for you. Having your sweet head on my shoulder brings me peace that only a mother can understand. 


     You have already lost that newborn smell, your head has grown bigger and I know that the years are numbered that you will enjoy putting your head on my shoulder.  My boy, I hope you always know that I am here; my shoulder is here for scraped knees, broken hearts and bruised egos.  My shoulder will be here until my time on earth runs out and the truth is everyday my shoulder will probably long for your head to rest there.