My LAST Year of Lasts

Three years ago, I wrote a blog “My Year of Lasts” about Hannah’s last year of high school. I was so sad thinking about my first baby’s last year at my house. THAT WAS CHILDS PLAY. This is my LAST year of lasts with Justin as a senior. This is some serious shit. I’ve spent sooo many years as a mom with kids in school and I embraced (most of) it whole heartedly. Now what to do??

Justin’s first last day of school. Here’s his pic! (We usually take a second day of school picture but to add to the drama of the blog we’ll go with popular tradition) Thanks for humoring me, Justin.

Justin’s last year of baseball. How many hours have I spent on the sidelines where the game never ends?? There were some incredible highs and some not so incredible lows throughout the years with this fickle sport. Some of my closest friends are baseball parents because there are endless hours of a slow game to hypnotize you while you chat and eat. Peanuts and Jr. Mints forever!

Justin’s last year of visits to the local farm market. We drive out to the country. We get chocolate milk. It’s our thing.

Justin’s last year of discussing my “guns” and which moms I could take down in a fight. (Most likely we’ve discussed you)

Our last year of hikes with selfies. Endless hikes with me always saying hello to everyone and getting annoyed that people don’t know how to be polite. Justin sighing and wondering why I need to be so friendly. It’s because we live in a society! I digress..

Our last year of reading together. O.K. this has slowed down over the past couple of years but it was a staple in our relationship.

The last year of our morning ritual. I get up, then he gets up. Justin ever so quietly saying good morning so as not to bother me before my first full cup of coffee. A wise boy.

And my last year of telling him every night before bed “I love you, buddy”.

Justin is my baby. My sweet boy. No arguments, no hard times. Just easy, fun times with lots of laughs.

I can feel him pulling away. Not talking as much, wanting to spend all of his time with his friends. I get it and I don’t interfere but in all honestly, I want to grab him by the ankles and not let go.

As with Hannah, I know there will be a multitude of firsts that will become just as routine and just as fun but right now, I don’t know what they are and that makes be sad.

So, this will be my last year to take advantage of having him here.

I’m really going to miss my last baby…