Den sidste gang ❤

Her i weekenden gik det (igen) op for mig præcis hvor hurtigt tiden går. Jeg synes lige det var nytår – og nu er årets første måned gået. Jeg kan virkelig ikke følge med – hvor klichefyldt det end er. Når jeg kigger på mine unger, som hver dag siger og gør ting, der får mig til at spærre øjnene op og spekulere på hvor mine små babyer eller bare små børn blev af. Det er underligt det med tiden. Den drøner derudaf, mens vi alle gør vores bedste for at følge med. Og samtidig kan man have sådan en weekend, som den vi lige har haft, hvor tiden ind imellem stod stille. Sådan føltes det i hvert fald – det var rart og tiltrængt. Og så alligevel nåede vi søndag aften inden jeg næsten nåede at blinke med øjnene! Ind imellem bliver jeg ramt at en dyb skræk over, hvor al den tid bliver af – og om det hele bare er slut med et blink.

Det fik mig også til at tænke på, hvornår man gør noget for sidste gang. Ikke at vi alle skal gå rundt od nyde hvert sekund, som det var det sidste. For det første er det jo ikke praktisk muligt. For det andet er det jo også noget fis. Men der er noget om det. Vi aner aldrig hvornår noget er sidste gang – og samtidig er alle øjeblikke jo sidste gang.

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