Since I started up my blog, I’ve had several offers from people wanting to write an article as they “see my blog as the perfect place” and as we “share the same values” and my blog is “so fantastic blah blah blah”.
I say it like that, because I learned pretty quickly that this was just people trying to get links to other websites in order to boost SEO and all that jazz. There’s a proper word for it and what they do…being dicks…no, that’s not it. I don’t remember to be honest, but I can spot them a mile a way now. I was pretty chuffed when I got the first offer though. Until I smartened up to what they were trying to do.
Anyway, so everything on my Blog is something I’ve written. But last week, I read a friend of mines’ Facebook status (or is it called a post now?) and was really moved by what she wrote.
Some might say that’s not that difficult these days. Since Pippa arrived into our lives, I’ve been known to shed a tear watching anything from First Dates to Toy Story! But that shouldn’t take away from this story.
So I asked her if she would mind me sharing it on my blog. But she said no.
Just kidding! Of course she said yes. This article would have been short and sweet if she’d said no. Haha! So thank you Elizabeth Porter for letting me share this.
Presumably inspired by a beautiful poem, written by an unknown author, she wrote about a “last time” experience she had with her daughter Evelyn. And with her blessing, I’d like to share it with you now.
By the way, just so you read this in the same way I did, my friend has the most awesome Kentucky accent. Well, she is from Kentucky after all. So imagine you’ve just watched one of those cool adverts for Jack Daniels, then read away…
“The thing is, you won’t even know it’s the last time
Until there are no more times.
And even then, it will take you a while to realize.
So while you are living in these times,
remember there are only so many of them
and when they are gone, you will yearn for just one more day of them.
For one last time.” – Author Unknown
I remember when Evelyn started “Aunt Kays kids”! I was probably more nervous than her, not because I knew she wouldn’t be taken care of, but because leaving her was so hard.
There were days she would hold on to me a little tighter as I dropped her off! Some days tears in her eyes, mine too!Ms. Shanna and Shannon were always amazing at sending me pictures on the hard mornings.
But then Evelyn got where she loved to run up to the door and ring the door bell!
As we waited for them to open the door I would tell her how much I loved her and how I wanted her to be good. I enjoyed that time, even if it was less than a minute.
A few weeks ago I got her out of the car seat and started to walk to the door and she told me to stay at the car .
“Mommy, I’m 4 now. I want to go by myself”.
And ever since then, she won’t let me walk her in.
I’m so proud of the confident girl she’s becoming, but I’m sad that 2 weeks ago when I walked her to the door and we waited for it to open, that I didn’t realize that it would be the last time!
“They grow up fast”, is so bitterly true.