I once heard that, when you are a parent, your days go slow but your weeks go fast. 

I’d love to know who said it but I’m a parent and my weeks are going too fast.

To say life blips by with a kid is an understatement. That’s why it’s important to mark and remember the moments whenever you can.

Here’s a poem I wrote to shine a light on the feeling of life with a young child slipping away.

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Pins And Noodles

There will be a day
when you can beat me in foot race
and handle spice better than my tongue can
and reach the top of the bookshelf without me
and tie your shoelaces without me
and make a Marmite sandwich without me
and learn how I really take chocolate coins
from the back of your ear at Christmas time
and how your mum and I don’t know what we’re doing
and how the world is heavy
and how the world can be heavy
and how the world will be heavy
and that is fine
as long as you promise to never stop calling
the tingles in a dead leg “pins and noodles”.

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Share this poem with a young parent in your life.

Better yet, order a bespoke poem for them and make their day.