One day in the future, I’ll forget about today. One day, I’ll forget why you made me laugh and why you made me cry. One day, I’ll forget changing your nappy. One day, I’ll forget cleaning up when you’ve thrown your food from your highchair. One day, I’ll forget about the mundane bits of being a mum to a baby. One day.
One day, I’ll miss you taking up room in our bed. One day, I’ll miss the closeness of us when I’m feeding you. One day, I might even miss you sticking your fist in my mouth whilst you’re biting my boob. One day, I’ll long for you to hold out arms up, waiting to be picked up by your ‘mum-mum-mummm’. One day.
One day, I’ll suddenly have freedom again and I won’t want it. I’ll crave the feeling of being wanted by a tiny person. One day, I’ll be out enjoying myself and realise that you’re not there holding my hand, and I’ll suddenly feel very lost. One day, I’ll be sat in the room, whilst your dad is at work and feel very alone. One day.
One day, I’ll remember all the things I disliked about being a mum and be glad they’re over. One day, I’ll call you a little shit and mean it. One day, I’ll want to scream at you and storm away, but I can’t, because I’m your mum. One day.
One day, I’ll wish for these days back, although, right now I can’t see why I would. One day, you won’t need me and I’ll break down. One day, you’ll trot off into the school playground and I’ll wonder where time has gone. One day.
One day, I’ll wish that I’d never wished time away. One day, I’ll be telling you how you never used to sleep as I try and drag you out of bed. One day, I might be waving you off to university, or a plane abroad. One day.
One day, I’ll realise that no matter what, you’ll always need your mum and dad. One day, I’ll realise that it is all worth it. One day, I’ll be able to say thank you for making me who I am. One day, we’ll be enemies and the next the absolute best of friends. One day.
One day should be today, when I embrace it all, but I’m too tired and just want to be alone. I’m sorry about today. I’ll do better. One day.
One day, you’ll be all grown up, but still my baby. One day.
One day, I’ll look back on all our memories and reminisce. One day, I’ll look forward to even more memories being made. One day.
One day could be yesterday, tomorrow or today.
I don’t know when that one day will be, but I know that I can’t wait for each and every single one.