I gather that "last" was supposed to be a maternal milestone I watched out for and gave its due. But I imagine I didn't realize I was doing it at the time and so didn't pay too much attention to it until I was packing up a few of my girls' most treasured pieces of baby clothing that I couldn't quite bear to part with and storing them away for "someday."
Now, as a mom of older daughters, I wash dance leotards and college t-shirts and skinny jeans and "that gray shirt with the crocheted part on it that I want to wear next Wednesday" and sweaters in gorgeous shades of blush and dusty rose that I ask to borrow for myself.
And yet, they are still my babies.
They still need things only I can give.
I'm grateful for the chance to share this piece of my mom story over on Her View From Home, and I'd love to have you take the trip over there to read the rest of what I promise is a very short post...
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