Sometimes you come across literary gems that you want to preserve somewhere so you never lose them. Since my school days I had a pretty diary where in I jotted down interesting poems or lines from a novel or magazine. It used to be my most treasured possession… until internet came along. With internet and laptops the old diary and pen lost its utility… who wants to make the effort of carrying the diary everywhere and noting down precious snippets when you have a handy tool to save it all in seconds? If only the laptop had the charm and longing a handwritten diary holds!!
However, there’s one thing that for sure makes technology far superior than the old world pen and paper… the way it enables easy sharing with people far and wide.
There is a lovely piece I read on an online forum a few days ago. The words, though partly forgotten, lingered in my memory for days until I searched them again to safely preserve them for future. They seem so precious that I want to read them every now and then… and make my husband read them too! Hehe… Here it is… hope you all enjoy it as much as I do. Its not originally written by me and neither do I know who the rightful author is, but that shouldn’t stop me from sharing it with you –
“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
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 realise.
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.”