Tuesday, 7 July 2015

A poem to my nearly three year old. The joy and sadness of my last baby growing up as we travel into new experiences and adventures.

Dear Thing 5

OMG you are almost three,

Where did the time go since you were my baby.

Getting independent and growing up fast,

I cannot believe how the time has flown past.

The sleepless nights and your poorly tummy,

Turned me into a zombie Mummy. 

However we survived and you grow bigger each day,

Soon you will be at preschool and with friends you will play.

Mummy will miss you and what will I do,

No babies to be sick on me or fill their nappies with poo!

I look forward to you growing and flying the nest, 

Mummy will be fine, I need the rest. 

No more babies for me but that is OK,

With my growing children I can spend each day.

The fighting and bickering is all part of the fun,

Your siblings do love you really little one.

Exploring new things as time passes us by,

New holidays and experiences for us to try.

So Thing 5 spread your wings and enjoy every minute,

I'm enjoying my life too and having you in it.   

Love From Mummy. xxx

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  1. Awww. Every year I see my youngest turning into a big lad and I miss the baby, but then I think about how ace he is now and I wouldn't swap back :)

    1. I completely agree with you. Thing 5 is my smallest and by now I am usually expecting another and although there is a small part of me that will always miss having those baby moments I am now even more excited to see them all growing and seeing the people they are becoming as they do.