The saddest thing about something being a last time is that usually, we don’t know that it *is* the last time 🙁 .
Because of this, we often don’t record the event in our memory, take a photo or even write it down, because we don’t realise just how special it is.
With my kids now grown, how I wish I had known – and savoured – the following last times (or at least had invested in more family photos, or even newborn or pregnancy photography!):
The Last Time
- I felt each baby kick in my belly;
- I breastfed my babies;
- I changed a nappy (yes, really!);
- I held one of my sleeping babies;
- I saw my children crawling;
- I fed one of my children as they sat in their high chair;
- I pushed them in a pram or stroller;
- I bathed one of my children;
- I tied up my daughter’s hair before school;
- One of my kids used one of their cute sayings;
- I helped out at their school;
- I watched TV with one or both children snuggled up to my side;
- We went on a family holiday.
But I Must Confess: the thing I think I miss the most, is when I used to be able to pick up and cuddle my children.
Isn’t it funny how we remember so much about the “firsts” – first tooth, first step, first day at school – but the “lasts” slide by, unnoticed?
What “last thing” do you miss the most?