As a mom, just like you never know when the “firsts” are coming, you also never know when the last time is truly the LAST time until the moment has passed you by.
First steps, getting dressed all by him/herself, and the moment they say “I love you” are all amazing “firsts” to hang on to, but along with them, you can’t forget the bittersweet sting of the “lasts”: the last time you rock them to sleep, the last time they need a bottle, and the last time you read them bedtime stories.
Ginger, a faith-filled blogger at No Mama’s Perfect, paints a picture of this heartbreakingly beautiful tapestry by stringing together the stages of motherhood in a magnificent fashion.
Read her awe-inspiring, and oh-so-relatable post below entitled “I Didn’t Know”:
“I didn’t know lying there in that hotel room bed, the sound of the ocean blowing through the opened door, would be the first time I would hear you say, “I love you, Mama,” as you put your little hand there on my cheek as if to assure me it was true.
I didn’t know that early Fall morning, watching you as you teetered around, one hand always holding onto the furniture for balance, would be the first time you’d let go and take three steps before toppling down.
I didn’t know that night, some fifteen months after you were born, would finally be the first time you would sleep through the night, peaceful and serene there in your crib.
I didn’t know as we walked along together at the park, the heat blazing down on our shoulders, that it would be the first time you’d release my hand and hurry over to play with a friend instead.
I didn’t know when you came bounding down the steps in a pink, polka-dot skirt and bright red shirt, a smile stretching from ear to ear, that it would be the first time you’d get completely dressed all by yourself.