For Every Mother

by Monica Bustamante Wagner

My dear little baby. Please bite my chin with your toothless gums, pull my hair, and dribble on my shirt. Perch on my hip and squirm; I have muscles you can wear out. Pull my breasts at night; I want you close. Throw me your first kiss; I will never forget. My little baby, why do you have to grow up?


Monica Bustamante Wagner has a Bachelor’s in business and a Master’s in HHRR. She loves to write and is currently finishing a YA novel (while nursing her newborn and helping her older boys finish their homework).