It’s hard to know when the “lasts” will occur with my kids. Some things are on a calendar – like the last time they’ll be part of the preschool Christmas pageant (this Friday) or the last First Day of School (we still have a ways to go for that one).
But some lasts you can’t estimate. When is the last time they’ll ask me to come tuck them into bed, or the last time they’ll sneak into my bed on cold mornings and snuggle between Dean and I.
With those kinds of lasts, you go about your day and then like a bolt of lightning it hits you – when was the last time ___(insert moment)__ happened. You rack your brain to remember the last time it happened… when they last asked you for help with their shoelaces or zipping a jacket. As my boys grow and become more independent, I often find myself thinking about little things I love and how much longer I’ll get to have them.
- believing in Santa at Christmas
- giving mom kisses and holding her hand
- checking their teeth after brushing
- getting excited to put up Christmas decor
- unsolicited hugs from Brooks – he just comes up at random moments with arms wide open
- asking to watch a cooking show with mom
- packing their lunches
- sweet, innocent prayers together
- wanting to go on bike rides with mom
- sleeping with their special blankies
There are so many sweet Landon-isms and Brooks-isms that have already passed. Landon no longer says “valinna” (instead of vanilla) and no longer carries Chubby around everywhere. Brooks stopped kicking stuffed animals out of his bed and his dino obsession is waning.
And it leaves me wondering what will be next to go. I hope it’s not holding mom’s hand!