We all have days that make us want to tear our hair out. Days where we haven’t had enough sleep, the kids are arguing and we just want the day to be over.
But here I am, almost 35 years old and with three children, three children who are growing and changing before my eyes. Learning to read, learning to write, to walk, to run, to swim . . . Each of them achieving firsts but also lasts.
|The very start . . .|
I am so conscious of not wanting to wish the days away, of wanting to savour the ordinary moments which make our lives special. Not wanting to forget the way they are in these moments is one of the primary reasons I started writing this blog – I didn’t want to forget the things they said and did. Of course during those nights where Chloe is up crying but can’t tell me why, the nights where Amy is unsettled and wakes more times than I care to remember and the times Ben is driving me crackers with incessant chatter when I just want a few minutes peace it’s hard not to wish the days away. As the saying goes “The days are long, but the years are short” – this is never more true than when you are a parent. No matter how long and difficult your day is, blink and you’ll miss it. You’l look back and wonder where the weeks, months and years have gone. When you have a newborn baby people will always say to you “Make the most of these days, they’ll be gone before you know it” but you never appreciate just how true that is until you’ve watched your own newborn change into a walking talking person. (I remember crying to Dave when Ben was two weeks old because his face had changed and time was going to fast. Yes, I really did.)
I came across this poem on Netmums which sums it up perfectly.
The Last Time
There will be no more babies in our house. Each of the lasts will the very last. Amy is walking now, no longer a baby but not quite a toddler. Not in my eyes at least. My Dad has always said I mustn’t baby her, and I don’t think I do, but I’m so aware of how quickly the milestones are reached, surpassed and forgotten. There will be no more heavily pregnant bumps, no more fresh newborn cuddles and no more breastfeeding instead there will be a whole world of new firsts – of Ben finally learning to ride his bike without stabilisers, Chloe learning to swim without arm bands or Amy learning to run. A whole world of new firsts, and lasts, to treasure and told hold in our hearts forever.
|My babies x|