This time of year I grow tired of the heat! Just the idea of a cool front gives a pep to my step. According to DFW Airport, today on September 10, 2014, we experienced a record warm low of only 79 degrees and a record high of 101 degrees. I think I heard our family favorite weather guy, Pete Delkus, say this will be the last 100 degree of 2014. Whew! Bring on the cooler weather!
This reminds me of life.
Pete brought up something that usually we don't notice... the last. These moments slowly slip away. You will be scrubbing your child's hair in the bath one night and from that day on they will want to do it alone. They will reach up for your hand as you walk to school; then, one day you will extend your hand only to be told with a shake of the head not to hold hands. They will snuggle into you as you read together in the glow of the living room light. Then the cuddle part seems to stop.
When Braden was a small boy, he would yell from his cold bed, "Mommmmm.... come warm me up!" Then, that yell trailed off. I don't remember the day that was the last. I remember Brantley crying and hugging me when I would leave on a trip or for a conference. Then, the crying stopped.
The thing is... I don't remember the lasts. Those special times just ended. Right now I have a senior in high school. Experiencing "lasts" is what this year is about. After almost 18 years with my baby boy, I am savoring these last times.
So, wherever you are in your parenting journey, cherish those moments that will forever slip away into the "lasts." You will wish for one day back, just like I do. "Mommmmmm... come warm me up!" I promise, your children will turn out great! You will be pleasantly surprised at who they become. So, I encourage you to enjoy these days more and don't fret. Love these lasts!
To the greatest of days,
Mrs. Young
