first time rolling over
first experience with snow
first time on an airplane
first, first first.....
But I was thinking...do we get the luxury of taking in the last...
When I weaned my boys I know I was aware that it was ending and I remember thinking, take in this moment - it might be the last. But then they were weaned and I couldn't really remember the last time.
I think the last is almost more significant because it is what causes you to stop, catch your breath, and feel a little uneasy - realizing the time flying by and the reality that they don't snuggle with a bottle, or take your hand crossing the street.
Henry's vocabulary and speech is taking off...he is starting to speak more and more in phrases. And the days of one word attempts is coming to a close. Soon everything he says will be identifiable by strangers. There won't be cute formations of sounds and letters to bring meaning to his exploration. Will I realize that he no longer says, "puter" but instead says "computer" or "mood" instead of "move". I know I won't realize when they call me mama for the last time and instead call me mom. I will just all of a sudden be 'mom'. I wish a little warning signal would sound so I could take these 'last' moments in.
Although it is probably good that these moments pass us by. Because the times when I sit and try to remember happen every once in a while and the "ding ding ding" reminder would probably be going off every few minutes - since they are changing so often.
I'm just saying...will I realize the last time....
-my boys ask me for a snack and don't just go help themselves.
- they play in the sandbox.
-ask for a push on the swing.
-need me to cut up their food or pour their milk.
-a kiss will cure an injury.
-and so on .....
What "last" are you dreading? Or what "last" do you wish you remembered better?
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