One of my very favorite activities that my two little ones still at home and I do in our weekly routine is Story Time at the library. I want to make a Meme that says, “All my friends were made at Story Time.” It’s kinda true as a mom with little ones. My kids love going, but sometimes I admit, that I go for me just as much for my kids. Its a great place to see my friends and catch up while the kids enjoy their friends, dancing, singing and a great book. In our new town we have really grown to love our Story Time lady, Miss. Michelle. She is seriously THE BEST! She makes it so fun and entertaining for the kids… and the moms! She has 4 kids of her own, so she remembers what it’s like to be in this stage of motherhood. Yesterday, she read this Poem just for the moms and I wanted to share it here:
The Last Time
From the moment you hold your baby in your arms,
you will never be the same.
You might long for the person you were before,
When you have freedom and time,
And nothing in particular to worry about.
You will know tiredness like you never knew it before,
And days will run into days that are exactly the same,
Full of feedings and burping,
Nappy changes and crying,
Whining and fighting,
Naps or a lack of naps,
It might seem like a never-ending cycle.
But don’t forget …
There is a last time for everything.
There will come a time when you will feed
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 again.
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
Until there are no more times.
And even then, it will take you a while to realize.
So while you are living in these times,
remember 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.
Isn’t that awful! I mean it’s a beautiful, but so sad too. Honestly, some of it I like to claim that I won’t miss. Like the whining and fits
and trying to feed stinky baby food to a baby who just wants to spit it in my face…
But there might be a few things I miss. There really is nothing sweeter than a sleeping baby…
I want to be more mindful about enjoying the moment. All the moments. Even the difficult ones, but especially cherishing the sweet ones. I have this quote framed and hanging right above my kitchen sink to remind me to do keep my kids and family my priority over all the stuff that needs done. Here is a free printable for the quote if you’d like. I’ve also included a printable of the poem. (You can also click on the images to get the PDF version).
I hope I can remember to a be a nice and happy mom today just in case there is a last time.