Holding on for tomorrow

I have never mourned the baby days, I loved them, but I am very much a present and future person. Two children is my limit and I'm good with that.  I have always loved that with children you never know what tomorrow will hold. 

But as I watched our cot go to a new home this week, there was a sudden pang of sadness. After four and a half years it was no longer needed, we have moved on so much, so fast.    I flash backed to this:

And wondered how it became this:

There isn't time to dwell with small children around, but I do believe in rites of passage.   I gave them a huge hug, told them how proud of them I was, they licked my face (most unappealing new habit) and we waved the cot goodbye.  They both looked so big suddenly and I felt really excited about the future. Lots of lovely tomorrows.

And this is a fab tomorrow anthem.  And so we hold each other tightly and hold on for tomorrow.



Watching this reminds me that Damon Albarn has had a few more tomorrows since he graced my bedroom walls in the 1990s.

In case you were wondering, the cot has gone to a good home through realcycle, the organisation that helps people recycle things in their community and keep things out if landfill. Happy ending.

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