When you were a baby, everyone told me to enjoy these moments. That one day the sleepless nights would be over. One day, you wouldn’t need me for bath time anymore. You wouldn’t need me to read you one more book. Or fix your meals. Or comb you hair. One day, you wouldn’t need me at all. I tried to be ready. I took those early memories and slid them deep into my heart so that I would never forget. Your first bath, those tiny fingers curled into fists.  The smell of newly washed baby hair. Your chubby cheeks and your sweet smile. I would watch you sleep in your…