Keep on living.

“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 realise.

I said “ bitch, where?”

She said” without that wig.”

I said”..bitch…”

“Where?”

WHERE BITCH?!

WHERE?!