Have you ever thought with every First time that happens there’s always a last? Me neither until yesterday….
Last night i cuddled Paris and put him to bed for the last time as a One year old . As i sat and watched him fall to sleep stroking his head it dawned on me that with so many beginnings there are so many last times that we don’t even notice.
And i began to think .
To think about all the last times and how if i knew they were going to be that would i have changed anything … Even this week there’s been so many last times and it saddened me …..
Moving Thandie into her big girls bed this week – never did i think it was the last time she’d call mamma i’m awake from her cot
The dummy fairy came this week to take Thandies DDs – Never again will i be out on a night out with a handbag filled of make up and random dummies
Yesterday was the last time i had a one year old , 2 year old and 6 year old
Yesterday was the last time i could say i had a baby – I now have toddlers
This week both Thandie and Paris moved classes in nursery. Never again will i step foot in the baby room
Jasmine moved up a level in ballet this week – Never again will i have a tiny ballerina
With all these things came an overwhelming sense to treasure every moment that we have with our children because they don’t last long
There will be a last time they
.. call you mummy instead of mum
… creep into your bed in the early hours
… kiss you goodbye at the school gate
… hold your hand in public
… take a feed from you
I found this beautiful piece that i just had to share with you because were all guilty of wishing away the time
The Last Time – author unknown
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 had freedom and time
You will know tiredness like you never knew it before Days will run into days that are exactly the same
Whining and fighting
But don’t forget…
There is a last time for everything
One day you will carry them on your hip then set them down And never pick them up that way again
They will hold your hand to cross the road
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
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
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.
Until tomorrow lovelies
lots of love Rach xxx
p.s Thank you so much for all the birthday love for Paris. You’re all so super sweet xxxx