Every mom has said it whether they mean it or not. This is the last time…
This is the last time that I’m going to tell you to put on your shoes. Okay, but this is the last time I’m going to read this story. This is the last time I’m going to ask you to go to time out. This is the last time…. I’ve been saying that a lot lately. Partially because I am exhausted and don’t have the willpower to follow through with a consequence the first time my kids don’t listen. And partially because my kids are at the age where when they find something they like and it MUST happen a bazillion times in a row. I was beginning to feel drained. I was annoyed. Why do I have to keep saying and doing things over and over and over? Then, there was a moment. A “huh, I haven’t had to do that in a long time” moment. The moment I knew that eventually every phase will end. In that moment, I realized that there really will be a last time. A last bottle A last binky A last wet slobbery toddler kiss A last milk drunk baby snuggle A last middle of the night nursing session A last time buckle of the 5 point harness A last stroller ride A last swaddle A last up all night A last first tooth A last first rice cereal A last first step A last first word A last first day of school A last battle over what to wear A last mommy will you fix this A last kissed boo-boo A last mommy help me A last tie my shoes A last babysitter A last tuck me in A last goodnight kiss They won’t be little forever. Everything eventually ends because we are always changing. Everything is a phase. And while I will celebrate the last time my toddler bites me, I will mourn the day when I put my little boy down and never pick him up again.
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June 2018
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