Becoming a mom, firsts were so exciting. First words, first steps, first "I love you, Mommy". All the firsts were looked forward to. Watching them stand and fumble, until they suddenly grasped what walking was, and went for it with gusto.

But now I'm aware that the lasts are coming. And there's no real warning for when a last will be.

The last time they snuggle on your lap, before they decide they're too old for that. The last time they ask to sleep in your bed, just because they need the comfort of your proximity. The last time you're called mommy, before it becomes mom.

Parts of parenting are finite.

Time charges ahead, whether you're ready or not. Sometimes, the day to day makes me lose sight of that. I'm not ready for the lasts. Not even a little bit.