Sunday marked the last Christmas that we will spend as a family of three. As my due date gets closer, I can’t help but think of all of the things I do with my family that I will do for the last time before the baby comes. I don’t think of these things in a negative way, but more of a way that I really need to cherish the moments while we have our time alone together.
My daughter and I traveled down to Florida to visit my parents for the holidays a week before my husband did. Usually I dread going without my husband because I know that all of the parental responsibility will fall on my shoulders. This time I didn’t dread it at all, in fact, I looked forward to our time alone with one another.
I mentioned in a post last week that I marked off one of the things on my pre-baby bucket list and spent a couple days alone with my daughter. We spent time on the beach together, went swimming, played putt-putt, rode in a paddle boat, had dessert after every meal, and I even let her sleep with me in my bed.
Out of all of our activities that we spent doing over the weekend, I would have to say that my favorite was probably the last thing on that list; letting her sleep in the bed with me. This is not something that we do often at all, so even at two years old, she knew that it was a special treat. What I don’t think she realized was that it was just as much as a treat for me as it was with her.
Despite getting kicked in both the back and stomach all night, it was probably the most wonderful night’s sleep I have gotten in a long time. Each night as we would lay in bed together to go to sleep she would cuddle up as close as she could get to me and put her arm around me. As if that wasn’t enough to make my heart melt, she would whisper, “goodnight mommy, I love you.” and then quietly fall asleep. Both nights I sat and stared at her and cried. Partially due to the fact that I allowed my pregnancy emotions to take over, but also because the love that I was experiencing in that moment was overwhelming.
Our “last” trip alone together was far more magical than I could have ever imagined. As we returned home to my parents house, I’ve noticed that our relationship has only gotten stronger.
These moments of “lasts” together aren’t ones to look at in sadness, but rather as a time to truly relish in and cherish forever.
How did you take the time to spend with your child before you welcomed a new baby?