Yesterday my almost 5 year old came to me with tears in his eyes. His older brother wouldn't play with him and it broke his heart. He seemed oversensitive and moody so I offered to spend time with him, having him sit on my lap while I read a book.
Within a few minutes my son was sound asleep on my lap. I could hear his breathing change as he drifted off into sleep. I stroked his face and smelled his head, just as I did when he was a baby. I thought to myself, "this is probably the last time I will ever hold one of my children as they sleep". It has been at least a year since this has happened last.
Even though I had other things to do, I just could not bring myself to let this opportunity pass. Sometimes you don't realize the "last time" as it's happening and sometimes you are fortunate enough to be able to treasure it.
I held my son and watched him sleep. I felt his heart beating. Warm and cozy under the blanket on the chair. Ahhhh, peaceful. Reminiscing of how time flies. From newborn baby to my rambunctious almost 5 year old with a gentle, sweet, spirit. My precious baby boy, growing up before my very eyes.
I'm not quite sure if this was the last time I will get to hold one of my boys as they sleep. I hope not but time and maturity says it may be. Nonetheless, I'm so grateful I experienced it one......more......time.
Do you remember any special "last time's"?