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The last time

Denne tekst fandt jeg en nat, mens jeg var på barsel og Louis holdt mig vågen. De nætter der kan gøre én frustreret og magtesløs, fordi ens baby ikke vil sove andre steder end hos dig. De nætter hvor du sender misundelige blikke på din mand, der trygt ligger under dynen og bobler, og du selv har givet op og vandrer ind i stuen med baby i dine arme. De nætter der er hårde, mens det står på, men som du glemmer igen så snart de er forsvundet.

I en af disse nætter sad jeg med min telefon i mørket og Louis lå trygt og sov på min mave. Der var helt stille. Og dér faldt jeg over denne tekst, der gjorde mig helt hormonella. Og i det øjeblik formåede jeg at “nyde” de hårde nætter. Acceptere at sådan er det lige nu, og dét jeg kan gøre for Louis er at være der for ham. For det er dét, der virker for ham lige nu.

Inden vi får set os om er den tid for længst forbi.

Læs teksten. Den er smuk. Jeg kan ikke huske, hvor jeg har læst den henne.

God dag…

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-

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