The Last Time Poem

Being a parent is a busy job. I constantly hear from others, "Don't blink, because before you know it your kids will be grown up." Some days it's hard to believe that when I am knee deep in I Guess I'm Due moments like, laundry and dishes, and when I'm busy playing taxi driver, exhausted from a long night with a little one, and while I'm wiping noses and bottoms. However, after I read this poem that my sister shared with me, I've tried to change my ways and truly stop and cherish every moment, because it may be the last time. And some of these moments, sadly, have already passed me by without even realizing it. I hope you take a minute and read this poem and take the time to embrace all the special moments with your little ones... 

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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.

-Author Unknown-
(source http://www.mykidstime.com/for-parents/the-last-time-poem/)