And Now They Are Eight

My two miracles turn eight today.....time flies, I just blinked when they were born and now I watch them ride off on their bikes.  Funny thing is today while we were walking the dog and the boys were riding thier bikes, Cooper kept stopping and riding his bike back toward us. I asked him what was he doing and he said "I need Adult Vision" and I said "what do you mean?" He said "I am only 8, I need to be close by you incase someone bad is out there, I need Adult Vision"..I laughed and said "Oh you mean Adult Supervision!"  But he is right, we all need some "adult vision" someone who cares for us like that, someone who looks out for us and keeps us safe, keeps us in their sight. 

Thinking of all the memories of the boys birth, the moments inbetween....the dreams yet to be seen.  There are three stories I read to my boys that I cannot get through without tearing up....Velveteen Rabbit, I love you Forever, and Let Me Hold You Longer. 

And as my boys are growing....instead of holding onto all their "firsts" I want to hold them longer....each and every precious last!

Enjoy ~

Long ago you came to me,
a miracle of firsts:
First smiles and teeth and baby steps,
a sunbeam on the burst.
But one day you will move away
and leave me to your past
And I will be left thinking of
a lifetime of your lasts..........

The last time that I held a bottle
to your baby lips.
The last time that I lifted you
and held you on my hip.

The last night when you woke up crying
needed to be walked,
When last you crawled up with your blanket,
wanting to be rocked.

The last time when you ran to me,
still small enough to hold.
The last time that you said you'd marry
me when you grew old.
Precious, simple moments and
bright flashes from your past--
Would I have held on longer if
I'd known they were your last?

Our last adventure to the park,
your final midday nap,
The last time when you wore your favorite
faded baseball cap.

Your last few hours of kindergarten,
those last days of first grade,
You last at bat in Little League,
last colored picture made.

I never said goodbye to all
your yesterday's long passed.
So what about tomorrow--
Will I recognize your lasts?

The last time that you catch a frog
in that old backyard pond.
The last time you run barefoot
across our fresh cut lawn.
Silly, scattered images
will represent your past.
I keep on taking pictures,
never quite sure of your lasts......

The last time that I comb your hair
or stop a pillow fight.
The last time that I pray with your
and tuck you in at night.
The last time when we cuddle
with a book, just me and you.
The last time you jump in our bed
and sleep between us two.

The last piano lesson,
last vacation to the lake.
Your last few weeks of middle school,
last soccer goal you make.
I look ahead and dream of days
that haven't come to pass.
But as I do, I sometimes miss
today's sweet, precious lasts.......

The last time that I help you with
a mathing or spelling test,
The last time when I shout that yes,
your room is still a mess.
The last time that you need me for
a ride from here to there.
The last time that you spend the night
with your old tattered bear.

My life keeps moving faster
stealing precious days that pass.
I want to hold on longer--
want to recognize your lasts.

The last time that you need my help
with details of a dance.
The last time that you ask me for
advice about romance.

The last time that you talk to me
about your hopes and dreams.
The last time that you wear a jersey
for you high school team.

I've watched you grow and barely noticed
seasons as they passed,
If I could freeze the hands of time,
I'd hold on to your lasts

For come some bright fall morning,
you'll be going far away.
College life will beckon
in a brilliant sort of way.
One last hug, one last good-bye,
One quick and hurried kiss.
One last time to understand
Just how much you'll be missed.
I'll watch you leave and think how fast
Our time together passed.

Let me hold on longer, God,
to every precious last.

by Karen Kingsbury