You were not my first child, that much is true..
I loved others before loving you.
I’m a different mother this time around, more calm and confident I’ve found.
Since you came, there’s a new dimension. Six children now want my attention.
I know what the next months have in store, and each phase you reach I’ve seen before.
THAT DOESN’T MEAN I LOVE YOU LESS; this time the feelings more complex.
I’m pleased to see you learn and grow, but it also pulls my heartstrings so.
I was so excited the first time ‘round, that this time I want to slow things down.
Your “firsts” will all be “lasts” for me, last crawl and last 3 am snuggles for me.
Last diaper, midnight feedings, spoons full of mush.. last rock to sleep, last cry to hush.
YOU WERE NOT MY FIRSTBORN THIS MUCH IS TRUE…
.. but the last child I will have, is you.
You’re the last lullaby I will ever sing,
And “lasts” are a special kind of thing.