It’s a phrase I say at least 100 times a day. In one more minute, we’re putting your shoes on. In one more minute, we’re leaving. In one more minute, it’s time for a bath…time for bed…time to eat. You just do better with a little warning before we switch things up on you.
You do it too. When I try to leave your room at bedtime, you say “stay one more minute,” and I always do. When we read stories, you always say “one more time” so I read it again. When I hug you, you say “one more time” and I always hug you again. “One more kiss?” You got it…always.
You see, you are two and a half, but you will only be two and a half for one more minute. Everything is changing. You’re turning from a toddler into a little boy before my eyes, and before I know it, you’ll be a young man and then a grown one. It’s happening faster than I can keep up with. You’re learning new things every day and breathing in the world around you at every opportunity. It’s a lot for a kid to handle. So when you need a little extra closeness with me, or a little extra time snuggling in bed, I will give it to you. When you want one more hug or one more kiss, or one more minute of my time, I will give it to you. Because chances are, you’ll only need those things from me for one more minute.