By Meg Hodson
We celebrate a lot of firsts in life, as we should. The first time your kids walk, your first big job, the first time you tried something new. It's not quite as common as celebrating lasts. In fact, I don't think people in general recognize lasts too often. But I find myself doing this more with young children.
My youngest is 6 years old, so I find myself nudging him ever so gently to still enjoy things that will soon fade away. We were recently at the county fair and all three of my children are tall enough (and game enough!) to ride all the "big rides". I was still able to talk my youngest into riding some of the kiddie rides and his older brother joined in on the fun, too.
I paused and had similar thoughts when I was at the playground recently with the kids. They all still enjoy a good playground trip, but I know the day is coming when merry-go-rounds and monkey bars will be a fleeting memory. It will be a "last".
And I look forward to those "firsts" to quickly follow.