I couldn't help but compare these photos. How does this happen?Lately I have noticed I can barely carry two children at a time anymore. The children are not particularly big, but they are definitely gaining on me. As I was falling asleep last night I started thinking about when children outgrow being carried.
The last time I ever carry them downstairs after a nap, will I realize it is the last time? I kinda hope not. I'd rather savor every time between now and then.
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that question just about broke my heart...oh i hope they never get too big to carry...my dad still carries me :)
I was just thinking about that exact thing the other day. I was trying to remember the last time I carried my almost 9 year old somewhere. He is already up to my chin and I'm sure he'll be taller than me by the time he's 11. Thankfully, he still loves to snuggle up to me and even lets me give him a hug at school in front of his friends.
My fifteen year old is 6'4". He still hugs and kisses me, even in front of his friends. I know how quick it all goes. That's why (I'm almost ashamed to admit this) I still have two bottles in the cabinet for my twins (they are 22 months) just in case. Mainly so I don't have to think about how that last bottle was THE LAST BOTTLE I'll ever give my little ones. Motherhood is bittersweet to put it lightly.
Oh my, that is a sweet post. They do grow so quickly don't they? And, the funny thing about 3 year olds is one minute they want to be the baby and the next they don't. I have a hard time keeping up.
It's so weird that you would pose this question today, as we were just discussing this very thing last night. I was holding my youngest, barely, and realized that that last time would probably be sometime in next couple of weeks, as he is on a major growth spurt. Then I remembered aloud quite clearly, when that last moment came with my daughter. I realized it would be the last time because again, it took all my strength to hold her up at that moment, but it was completely worth it to make sure I held on to that memory. Your kids are precious! I love your wistful heart. Have a great trip.
I didn't realize it. I am so glad that I didn't. Just love them to pieces every day!!
Have a great Sunday!
Hugs~
Fran
I still pick up my 7 year old, just to be sure I can, but I can no longer carry him up or down the stairs, that's for sure.
I do have a very vivid memory of a night we came home late from somwhere and all the kids fell asleep in the car. I tried picking him up and carrying him up the stairs. I did it even though I thought it might kill me! Once I got him to his bed, I stood there, with him nestled under my chin, realizing it had been a long long time since he'd been completely still in my arms. I do believe that is the last time I really held him like that, and boy did I soak it up.
Yes, yes, enjoy those beautiful little ones. I don't carry my oldest (9 year old) any more but I am constantly bombarded with hugs. He better never stop.
I visit your blog often and thought it was time to finally leave a comment!
Just so you know...if yours are anything like mine, i still carry my 9 year old around when she is tired (of course, all those watching have something to say...don't care). My 6 year old i have carried around for a large part of the afternoon after school because "her throat feels soar". i love it. i think that all the time too. is this it. will this be the last time i carry her around. Maybe God knows i am not ready to stop. Maybe he just thinks, "she needs some excercise since she never does any".
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