“Throwing the ball with the first dog you ever had
Spending all day on the lake with your grandad
Watching Glenn Frey sing “Already Gone” at the Forum in LA
There’s a last time for everything”
~Brad Paisley, “Last Time for Everything”
On Friday, I went with Chloe to “Muffins with Mom.” As I was driving away from the school, I realized this was our last “Muffins with Mom” event and her elementary years are quickly coming to an end. She is moving on to middle school next year. In a few short weeks, my baby girl is leaving her fifth grade year behind. And Clark is moving on to high school, leaving his middle school years behind. I’m not sure how the years have passed by so quickly, but they have.
I am painfully aware that every day has a potential to be a “last time” day. I no longer remember the earlier years, the last time that the kids called me Mommy and began calling me Mom, or the last time they rode a tricycle and took off on their bikes. With each passing day, we have a “last time” moment. And I am doing everything I can to enjoy each day with my children because I never know when it might be the “last time.” All too soon, my kiddos will no longer want to spent time with us as their friends become more important and they become increasingly more independent. I love being their mom and I love the young adults that they are becoming. I just want to savor each day with them, because I know all too soon these days will be a “last time” and they will be on to the next phase of their lives.