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The Last Time

When my daughter was born, I started singing her my favorite lullabye ever. “Baby Mine”, in the style of Bette Midler.┬áIt was a favorite of mine since the release of the movie “Beaches”. Now I sit and try to remember, “When was the last time I sang it to my daughter?”.

I was prepared for it. I had read a blog or a comment about it years ago. About enjoying things with your kids while they last, because one day it will be the last time you do it. The last time you read them a story at bedtime, the last time you sing them to sleep, or the last time they let you fix their hair.

So I was waiting for it, trying to remember the moment.

Trying to catch it when it happened.

I didn’t.

I don’t know why I didn’t catch it. I was watching – staying vigilant.

My daughter struggles with anxiety and depression. Recently, she asked if I would lie down with her, naturally I did. I was rubbing her back, and I told her the story of “The Last Time”. The blog…or comment…or whatever it was. We tried to remember, but couldn’t. She is 14 now, and the best we could remember is that it probably happened when she was 11 or 12 .

“Do you want me to sing to you now?”, I asked. “No”, she said. So I just laid there, and rubbed her back and hair, and reminded myself again to never forget that moment.

 

 

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