15/06/2026
Your mother once said “They’re not little all that long”
And you rolled naive eyes and assumed she was wrong.
Cause you were pregnant for months, though it felt just like years.
There were stretch marks and waddling and hormonal tears.
Then you sat with a newborn, all exhausted and sore.
And urged time to sp*ed up, just a little bit more.
Cause mom’ing was hard. You leaked blood, milk and tears.
You were high on a cocktail of love, doubt and fears.
There were long blurry days filled with rocking and crying.
Your ni***es were screaming “Please, a break! We are dying!”
You had to learn how to burp and bathe your most precious possession.
Nurse a baby in public with attempted discretion.
And your stubborn new baby would only sleep in a wrap.
You spent every waking hour counting down to her nap.
And you nagged at your husband. You were tired and cranky.
There was no kissing or hugs. There was no hanky panky.
Being parents was hard, threw you both right off course.
There was brief (very brief) angry thoughts of divorce.
But the days turned to weeks, and your newborn turned chubby.
She looked a little more human and a lot like your hubby.
She outgrew all her clothes, she grew bigger and stronger.
You grew a little more rested as she slept so much longer.
You felt a little more like YOU, and a little less grumpy.
You grew a little more lean and a little less lumpy.
And as your baby was growing, so was the mommy within.
You’d move heaven and earth for her sweet baby grin.
You learnt how to soothe. You wiped up p**p, spew and snot.
You were there by her side for all the colds that she caught.
And your once tiny human was suddenly sitting, then crawling.
She was babbling and laughing and whining and bawling.
And the sweet baby babbles turned to wordy sounding words.
She’d shout “dada!” at hubby and “buds” at the birds.
Then your baby was standing and attempting to walk.
She’s wobble and fall, but then get right back up.
And a step turned to two, and she was off in a run.
She became her own little person. She grew clever and fun.
And her vocab exploded. She grew chatty and loud.
She made you ridiculously happy and immensely proud.
Then the terrible twos, she’d turn in a blink of an eye.
She’d kick and she’d scream and she’d hit and she’d cry.
But when the clouds all departed, your sweet girl was back.
She’d kiss you and hug you and beg for a snack.
And her diaper came off. She could p*e on the loo.
Her hair was much longer and her limbs grew and grew.
And you hardly noticed, too caught up in the world.
Didn’t see how your baby turned into a girl.
How your mother was right and my gosh you were wrong.
Your sweet little baby is not a baby for long.
So hold her and hug her and cherish it all.
One day, very soon, your daughter won’t be this small.
❤️
