
The Last While
From the moment you hold your baby in your arms, you will never be the same.
When you had freedom and time,
And nothing, in particular, to worry about.
You might long for the person you were before, And days will go on into days that are the same,
Nappy changes and crying,
You will know tiredness like you never knew it before,
Full of feedings and burping,
Whining and fighting, Naps or a lack of slumbers,
It might seem like a never-ending cycle.
But don’t overlookβ¦
There is a last time for everything.
There will come a time when you will breastfeed
Your baby for the very last time.
They will fall asleep on you after a long day
And it will be the last time you ever hold your sleeping child.
One day you will carry them on your hip then set them down,
And never pick them up that way again.
You will scrub their hair in the bath one night
And from that day on they will want to bathe alone.
They will hold your hand to cross the road,
Then never reach for it again.
They will creep into your room at midnight for cuddles,
And it will be the last night you ever wake to this.
One afternoon you will sing “the wheels on the bus.”
And do all the actions,
Then never sing them that song likewise.
They will kiss you goodbye at the school gate,
The next day they will ask to walk to the gate alone.
You will read a final bedtime story and wipe your last dirty face.
They will run to you with arms raised for the very last time.
The thing is, you won’t even know it’s the last time
And even then, it will take you a while to realise.
Until there are no more times.
So while you are living in these times,
Think back to it; there are only so many of them, and when they are gone, you will yearn for just one more day of them.
For one last time.π

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