Updated: Oct 15, 2019
Becoming a parent, taught me how precious 'moments' are. Not long after I gave birth to my first baby, a friend sent me this beautiful poem by Jonathan Fanning called 'The Last time'. This beautiful piece of writing, quickly had me welling up in tears. As I gazed at my beautiful newborn baby, it hit me that he would never be this small again. So many moments in life are 'the last times.' So often we take the small moments for granted, and don't realise that one day we will look back on these moments and realise they were so precious.
Parenting is what truly taught me the gift of remaining in the present. I had always been a free spirit prior to having children, and in the early days of my Motherhood career, I struggled with the feeling of having my wings clipped. What got me through that feeling, was staying present and being grateful for the moments.
Whilst Motherhood is one of the most challenging, exhausting phases of life, it is truly the most meaningful i've experienced yet. Yes, It was wonderful being able to travel the world, wake up when I wanted and stay in bed all day on the weekends, but all of that pales in comparison to raising up little people and filling them with all the love you possess. There is not a day that goes by where I am not grateful for the little Stars that call me Mum.
Grab the kleenex!
The Sydney Psychic
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 had freedom and time And nothing in particular to worry about
You will know tiredness like you never knew it before 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 for one last time And from that day on they will want to bathe alone
They will hold your hand to cross the road Then will 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.