The last times with our kids

Women and even men always have a choice on what they want in life but our choices have consequences. I chose to work from home and become a freelancer and a consultant because I want to spend as much time with my children. See them grow up, get to see every milestones, and more importantly, guide them on the right values.

Even though I work from home, I still feel that sometimes, I don't get to really be PRESENT with my kids. There are moments when I would still miss an important event, just like today. Due to some unfortunate circumstance, I was a couple of minutes late from watching my kid's field demonstration. It was the first school event that I missed and I don't know about others who can bear not seeing their child's school activities, I simply just can't bear it!

Always remember... that there is a last time for everything. So I would rather not get a full 8 hour sleep, miss my favorite TV show, miss work than miss my child's event.

I wouldn't mind waking up 4:30 in the morning because I want everything prepared. This will be the last time that this will happen because I will MAKE sure I would be there ON TIME as I always am.

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.