The Knight Tribe | Finishing reception class for the last time

With Emily’s last day in reception closing in I have been feeling really emotional. My mum shared a poem that was floating around the web a while ago just before Emily started school last year. I read it and it made me cry ALOT and then it has always been niggling in my mind every day since because it is true.

The Last Time Poem

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 the 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.

So while you are living in these times,
remember there are only so many of them
and when they are gone, you will yearn for just one more day of them.
For one last time.

-Author Uknown-

Our family has finished growing in numbers now and this makes me extra sad because I am experiencing my last times.

-Our youngest child, Emily started reception last September 2018 and that was the last time I will have a child starting primary school.

-She is turning 5 at the end of July and that will be the last time I will ever have a 4-year-old.


(Emily on her first day of school)



  1. Granma

    Emily is already a super hero. Her super power is the ability to make you laugh til you snort.

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      Your not wrong there. She always makes us laugh x

  2. Clarel Clarke

    Known those times and still miss them. Emily will always be full of smiles and laughter. She is a super hero in all our eyes

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    The poem is amazing!!! I had to read it a few time, so inspiring and just beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing, love it.

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    Your poem is amazing it is so inspiring and touching. You are such a talented women to be able to write so well.

  5. How sweet and inspiring! Thank you for sharing this with us 🙂

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    Emily is so adorable. Cherish every moment with her – they grow up way too fast.

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    Emotional moments you have captured so beautifully. Memories to cherish life long.

  8. Alexandra Cook

    What a very lovely and inspiring poem. I wish I was as talented as you in writing such a beautiful piece.

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    A good reminder and a fab poem. It’s so difficult to remember this in the midst of early childhood care.

  10. Susan B

    A lovely and sensitive poem. Thank you for sharing it.
    And what a perfect photo of Emily with that winning smile. Beautiful!

  11. Margaret Gallagher

    Going to send the poem to my sister in law – she’s feeling much the same as you

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