Imagine What It Would Be Like

Can you imagine what it would be like?

to get up in the morning and no little tyke?

time to get washed from head to toe, a brush of the teeth and there is even time

to sew… that button on that skirt that’s just popped off!

 

Can you imagine what it would be like?

to have one load of washing only

no bibs or babygrows in sight

no quick change of the sheets while baby’s asleep

no tripping over your half on tights, as you check on him…just a little peep

 

No teething gel in your handbag or tissues in your bra

breast pads found in jumpers and some even in the car!

no shoes that STILL need re-heeling

no milk stains on clothes and floors

no mountain of lists for lists or overflowing drawers

 

Can you imagine what it would be like?

to have time to browse in shops or to have a peaceful night?

with dinner at six or be at friends for say, dinner at eight

imagine what it was like when you were hardly ever late

 

Handbags all neat, not a baby rucksack around

wearing any size heel and mini skirts abound

no dummies in pockets or muslin’s over your arm

it is so hard to feel sexy near that baby alarm

 

No babysitters to book or prams to unload

no reading “Guess How Much I Love You or “Terry The Toad”

no packing for a week when it’s only for a day

no soothing words of comfort “Come on love it’s OK”

 

No fighting on the changing mat when baby’s overtired

no making just one cake and believing that you should really be admired

no pulled out hair by those tiny dangerous hands

no hoping that he will sleep tonight…. Because you know he can

 

No travel cots away from home on someone else’s floor

no little eyes that start to weep when we say “Goodnight” and shut the door.

no happy smiles at bath time when we get soaking wet

no hoping that he doesn’t go before the nappy’s on…..”Oh no, please…not yet!”

 

I’d miss it, I’d miss it, and I will miss it when my baby grows up to be a boy, then a man…

so I will cherish these tender moments in every way I can.

his beaming smile and cute so cute little nose

his sparkling eyes and his tiny ten toes

his Aaaghs and his oohs, his number ones and…. Sorry, his number twos!

depending on us with his baby blues

 

The warmth of his tiny being as we hold him in the night

his contented looks when he feels just right

the trendy and cosy little outfits that we make him wear

his soft little body when he is bathed and bare

 

His mess when he’s eating and missing his mouth

his look of determination when he knows he’s not allowed

his wriggles and his giggles when getting him dressed

his first and last feed of the day, are always the best

 

His arms reaching for you to pick him up

the clumsy and new grasping of his bright baby cup

his convenient cry when mummy’s on the phone

the never-ending search for new toys to own

 

It may be a teddy, a ball or a train

but it’s more likely to be the plug socket, the dvd’s or that so bare leafed plant again!

 

I dare not imagine what it would be like

because I am in love with being his mummy, I am in love with this baby life

imagine…no don’t imagine, just love it and learn

because one day these baby days

will be something that we long for and yearn…………………….imagine.

 

Written by Mandy Dineley – April 1998