Tuesday, May 29, 2012

This Too, Shall Pass

Sitting in the dark, holding a crying, hungry, coughing, inconsolable baby at 2am.

This too, shall pass.

Listening to your baby finding her voice at 4am, sounding more like a mating alley cat every day.

This too, shall pass.

Surviving on broken sleep and lots of coffee for months (years?) on end.

This too, shall pass.

Staring at an empty fridge, making vegemite sandwiches for lunch again.

This too, shall pass.

Walking into the school yard in your slippers, stuffing a nursing pad back into your bra, silver trails of mucus (not yours) decorating your shoulder.

This too, shall pass.

Changing nappies, wiping bottoms, being peed on, being pooed on, accidents on the floor, wet beds, peeing in the bath, smells at dinner time,

This too, shall pass.

Feeling lumpy and overweight, no make-up, no exercise, no nails, no fragrance, no watch, no jewellery, no time, no ownership of your breasts, no coherent thoughts, no career, no income, no idea.

This too, shall pass.

Battles at dinner time, at bath time, at bed time.  Fighting about clothes, and making beds, and doing homework, and sharing, and not picking noses. Especially at dinner time.  Boogers are not a food group.

This too, shall pass.

Four of you squeezing onto a couch for bedtime stories, lying in bed making shadow animals.

This too, shall pass.

Being able to kiss and cuddle your children without fear of rejection or embarrassment.

This too, shall pass.

Being able to pick your darlings up without damaging your back.

This too, shall pass.

Spontaneous 'concerts' involving made up songs and dances that have you rushing for the video camera.

This too, shall pass.

First smiles, first words, first steps.

This too, shall pass.

Fingerpainted, hand made cards, potplants made of pop-sticks, unrecognisable creations, drawings  made with oodles of love and glitter every day.

This too, shall pass.




Strangers in the street telling you how beautiful your children are.

This too, shall pass.

13 comments:

  1. Brilliant - love it. Wish my boy would eat vegemite sandwiches!

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  2. Oh I love this post Shan. So true!

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  3. oh you just made me cry. Happy tears. Thankyou.

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  4. I dont remember the tough years. A few sleepless nights over 12 years ago but its nothing but bliss since. My Prince is almost 13 and no longer does he tell me "Youre the most beautiful girl, mummy" but he tells me the smallest details about the pretty girls in class. My Princess is almost 8 and I'm desperatly trying to hold onto any scrap of innocence before her bedroom is plastered in One Direction posters and shes wanting to try my makeup. Every year I've noted myself saying, "Stay just like this, this is perfect" and then another year passes. You either accept it and relish the amazing changes in your children or you get swallowed up in the ineviatble and mourn the loss. Now i try to start every year by saying "Bring it on, I couldnt be prouder, World, show me what my babies achieve this year!!"

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  5. And it does - whether we wish it to or not.
    xx

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  6. I can totally relate to this post! Thanks for the reminder to make the most of the good times xx

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  7. love..love..love it, really touching:)

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  8. I love this yet it is so sad at the same time. I'm going to remember this next time I get frustrated at my daughter for doing just what comes naturally to babies. Thankyou.

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  9. This is SO beautiful, Shannon! Do you mind if I share it with my friends on facebook? I used to feel like that when my daughter was younger. Now she's twenty and, although I have my freedom again, I get all nostagic for those 'good old days'.

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    1. I am very happy for you to share my posts. I am glad you enjoyed it. Thankyou

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  10. Gorgeous post. Brought tears to this tired Mum.

    Sarah

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