The Last Time

"The Last Time"

The above article, posted by one of my Facebook friends, has made me cry and really think about how quickly this season of motherhood truly passes by.  My KK turned 15 this month, and watching him grow into a young man has made me very emotional lately.  I can truly say that I love this stage of his life, just like I have all the others, but the brevity of it all has become such a reality to me!  The article is by a mother who has diligently recorded all the "first" (as I have), but it struggling to remember the "lasts".

When was the last time he wore a toy watch?

When was the last time he had all his baby teeth?

When was the last time he sat in Jason's lap?

When was the last time he wore cute pajamas?

When was the last time I tied a blanket on him for a cape?

When was the last time he gave me a thumb's up?

When was the last time he kissed his sister goodbye?

When was the last time he drank from a sippy cup?

When was the last time he dressed like an Indian?

When was the last time my boy posed in a completely undignified, silly way for me?

I am going to treasure every second of these next few years with my KK

Who knows when I'll wash his clothes and prepare his meals for the last time, before handing him over to a young woman, who will take over my duties?  (pass the Kleenex!)