Many years ago.... at least 7 to be exact.... I found this poem while reading another blog I happen to love. The day I found it, I happen to be having a very rough day as a mama and once again, God's timing was impeccable.
I felt lead to share it with you today. God must know there are parents out there that desperately need to read it.
I am not going to go on about how quickly our children grow up and how we need to savor each moment, because I know we all know that. The bottom line is, we all do our best. In our humanness, it is nearly impossible to savor EACH and EVERY moment because we have human limitations.
We get worn out. We get exhausted. We get burned out. We get mentally drained and often with little rest and reprieve for ourselves. So my goal, or God's goal I should say, is not to make parents feel more guilt and shame for the moments they struggle and want to run to a land far, far away.
We are have been there and will be there again. God wants you to read this and understand that even though it is exhausting, God intends for your children to be a gift, where as Satan wants them to be a burden. Every parent needs a little motivation to keep plugging away.
I know there are days... I do.
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 to me 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,
needing 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?
The last time that you catch a frog
in that old backyard pond.
The last time that 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 you
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 math 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 your high school team.
I’ve watched you grow and barely noticed
seasons as they pass.
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.
Peace and Blessings
Your Friend and Fellow Parent