This Is The Last Time….Enjoy It! 10

I read something today that made me cry.   It’s a story of a mother realizing that she couldn’t remember the last time she washed her daughter’s hair.  How “the little things” just fade away–they don’t go loudly.

I have an article from Parents Magazine from years ago–I keep it in the silverware drawer of my China cabinet.  That way every holiday that requires fancy dishes, I see it and pull it out.  It’s a story of a  mother who realizes that it has been months since she’s read Goodnight Moon to her children.  The article is titled, Goodnight, Childhood by Barbara Wylan Sefton. She points out that the little things, the milestones in our kids lives slip away quietly.  You don’t even notice, they just graduate into the next phase.

I wish there were alarms that went off when something was going to end. Like the microwave when your soup is done.

Beep! Beep!  This is the last time….Enjoy it!

As a parent you spend so many years just wishing.  I wish they would crawl so I wouldn’t have to worry about them being on their back so much. I wish they would walk, so they wouldn’t get so dirty outside.   I wish they would get their own juice.  I wish they could take baths by themselves.  I wish I didn’t have to read a story every night.  I wish they could drive themselves to sports. I wish I was done with high school drama.

You get the idea.  We love them, we cherish them….but honestly, we want more time.   But when I read the article about Goodnight, Childhood, years and years ago, I sobbed. I hadn’t realized until then that I hadn’t read Goodnight Moon in months at our house.  It was a book that had to be read for nap time and bed time–religiously.  It was over. Gone. And I didn’t remember if I had enjoyed it or not. Probably not.  It was probably a half hour past bedtime, and I probably grumbled under my breath that I was reading this for the effing bazillionth time.  I probably skipped pages (we all do it and you know it!).  And as Barbara Wylan Sefton says, if I had known it was the last time, “I would have stretched out the reading a little longer, savored the illustrations of the ‘great green room’ just a little more, or maybe tempted fate by reading it again.  I would have captured in my mind’s eye the look of wonder on my son’s small face as he followed the words and pictures.” 

During his younger years, my son was one of those cute little boys who did the odd things that older people laugh at.  He would ride his big wheel down the road with a sand pail on his head, a vacuum cleaner hose around his neck, and the long dusting attachment on his arm like a new appendage.   Yeah, it was a sight to behold. He always had some weird contraption on. He would routinely bathe with a face mask, snorkel, and flippersI don’t remember when that stopped.  But one Christmas when I read that article, I realized I had missed it.  It had ceased.  He was taking normal showers now.

Twice in my life I had a premonition that it was the last time for an event.  A friend had come to visit us while we were renting a house in the Adirondacks, and we had a blast for 3 days together there. Our husbands took our pictures and  I remembered thinking this will be the last time I’m with her. I shook it off. What an awful thought. A few months later she moved, and we haven’t seen each other since. It’s one of my favorite pictures. We were happy, laughing….That day an alarm sounded.

My mother and I had a tumultuous relationship–in my 20s and part of my 30s we were inseparable, but when I hit my mid-30s to early 40s it was unbearable. We had a very difficult Christmas one year–that’ll be another post–maybe…someday.  I remembered thinking wouldn’t it be awful if that was my last Christmas with her.  It was. We took a break from each other for a bit . During that time her pulmonary fibrosis had progressed, and with the help of a cousin, we made up, apologized and everything was righted.  But, I never got to spend Christmas with her again. That year her illness took a dramatic turn for the worse.  She was hospitalized on Christmas and died that spring.

In Cinch Your Saddle, Angus’ wife died and was covered with the quilt that her mother had made them for their wedding.  I did that because it amazes me how often I hear things like that or have seen it in my own life. My best friend Rose was buried in a dress she had worn to her brother’s wedding.  My mother-in-law was buried in the dress she wore to our wedding.  Who knew when she picked it out for her son’s wedding that she’d be buried in it?  When my cousin died two years ago, we had a picture of her on all the pamphlets and near the casket of her holding her granddaughter laughing.  Who knew the day that picture was taken–one of her happiest days–that it would be displayed at her funeral?

We all have things we miss.  Holding a child at 3 am when the house is quiet and peaceful.  You didn’t have to worry about dinner, laundry or any siblings getting jealous–you held that baby, kissed it, marveling at your personal miracle and delighted in watching the infant being nourished by your body.

I wish I remembered when my daughter stopped asking me to braid her hair and she learned on her own.  I wish I remembered the last time my son crawled into my lap to watch TV.  When was the last time I colored a Disney princess in a coloring book?  Or made a snowman in the first snow?

I wish things had an alarm.  
Beep Beep—Enjoy this!  


This is the last time you’ll jump rope with her–Enjoy it!
This is the last time he’s going to ride his big wheel–watch him and enjoy it 
This is the last time you’ll kiss your–mother, father, husband, wife, child, best friend–kiss them again, hold them a little longer this time!!
This is the last time you’ll get up for a midnight feeding (I miss those!)  Enjoy it 
This is the last time you’ll nurse a child–rock them a little longer today. 
This is the last time you’ll hear “Mommy” in the middle of the night—be patient, enjoy it.  
This is your last Superbowl party with forty teens–Enjoy it! 
I’m sure I’ll have many more to add to this list.  
This is your last……Enjoy it!  


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10 thoughts on “This Is The Last Time….Enjoy It!

  • abby

    A very beautiful post…and timely for so many of us. I always tell my adult kids…it is all about the memories, when an opportunity comes along for a fun day with the kids…take it…all the rest will always be there….the wash, etc. Thanks for the reminder
    hugs abby

  • Sophie Kisker

    Thank you. You're right; I sobbed. We can't stop time from passing, but I think it's important that we slow down enough to really look and think, and never take the people we love for granted, so that we can remember with nostalgia and not regret.

  • Rachel de Vine

    What a beautiful post. I don't have children, but I was with my mother at the end. She died in my arms and I was able to say 'I love you' one more time. I rang my sister, who hadn't been home for a while, and she burst into tears, and said "I was going to come up last weekend." I said nothing, but I wished she had done so.

    • Megan Michaels

      My mother died in my arms too–and my sister and brother had just left. I at least got to hold her, cry and kiss her a hundred times before she left. So I get that–it was way more important to me than my last Christmas with her. I'm glad you enjoyed it Rachel!

  • Renee Rose

    Goodnight light and the red balloon. I have these thoughts all the time. I will never, ever get to nurse a baby again. I already look forwaard for my kids to give me grandbabies to cuddle. LOL. <3

    • Megan Michaels

      Yep, I have another article I'll do near Mother's Day. It talks about how the want for a baby to hold, coddle, and nurse never goes away. We smell a sweet, warm head and instantly our arms ache for a baby. It's just how we're made. My daughter is finishing her Master's right now and I told her I'm willing to wait another 7-10 years, but already I'm ready for grandbabies!! !!