People celebrate firsts : first love, first year, first kiss, first everything. Very much so that perhaps we tend to overlook or take note of the importance of lasts.
This time thing sometimes can be very disturbing, especially when you have two children growing and changing everyday in front of your very eyes!
I'm not even talking about death here , just some small details in life that sneakily fleet us by.
Think about it :
There will be last time of them struggling over simplest tasks and needing my help.
There will be the last time of me putting my kids down and never pick them up in my arms again.
There will be last story or lullaby that they'd ask from me.
There will be last of the whys and me churning my brain explaining the whys.
There will be last of everything annoying/weird but also sweet/funny thing that only a kid does.
You get the idea.
Maybe I'm just being sentimental over the obvious, but if I could just know which of which is the last time of something, then I would definitely make a celebratory fuss out of it.
I'd make that last one lasts just a bit longer, for keepsake - just like everything first.