For every parent and child there comes a moment when...

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The parent picks up the child for the very last time...never to carry them again.

Someone on another forum said this and I was horrified! I must be over emotional today or something but it really bugged me!

Ive a disability i couldnt pick them up and walk since they were about 4 i was so glad little buggers were heavy its not something i ever got sentimental about

My god you were all scaring me. My DD is 3.5 and she askes me to pick her up all the time, I don't actually mind doing it, kind of feels like I'm getting in my daily exercise ha!

Looks like I've got a number of years left yet before I can no longer pick her up!

I'm with Wrath....... too, it's just occurred to me that I can't remember the last time I picked my 11 year old up or 9 year old up and tbh I'm not slightly weepy about it. My 5 year old still sneaks in for cuddles at 5am, it's maddening, not cute and if only it was a faded rose tinted memory.

But then there are lots of first and continuing nice things to enjoy - continued cuddles, first time they're proud of themselves for going out on their own, first time they get good qualifications and go to university, first grandchild ...

I still pick (normally too heavy) 12 year old DS up in the swimming pool. Every time I do it I think about how I can't do it on the land!

My 15yo DS is taller and stronger than me now, but he gives me amazing hugs (occasionally) and he still feels like me little lad.

And I still 'carry' him emotionally when he needs support, advice and someone fighting his corner.

Some lasts are certainly a blessing (last night time breast feed, last night with hourly wakings for no reason, last nappy change - and some of the school related ones)

If you love singing Wheels on The Bus perhaps a career change to childminding is in order, or offer to babysit for someone, or perhaps you'll become a grandparent some day - or just sing it to yourself in the shower or sing it while cooking dinner in front of your teenagers' friends to embarrass them

Yes, but never too old for a cuddle.

There is a joy in looking at the huge teenage lads you made and brought up and knowing that they could now pick you up. I miss the little boys they were but I am proud of them now.

I'm 35 and my mum hasn't carried me for AGES. Depressed now.

I remember reading one about kissing a baby boy's cheek, realising one day it'll be covered in stubble and not a baby cheek anymore. DS2 has the most delicious chubby pink cheeks, I admit I had a nuzzle after reading that as he yelled 'Get off me'!

I'm really not into all this sentiment mental shit.

No I cannot pick my 15yr old son up anymore (he's bloody massive) but when I slipped a disc in my back he made me several lovely dinners, made me cups of tea, loaded the dishwasher and put a wash on. Total relief that I didn't have to run around after young children.

My dad last picked me up when I was in my 50s. You've got time yet.

Still picking up my twenty-two year old. Both DDs like to sit curled up on or next to me.

Admittedly gone are the days when I could carry both at the same time

I still pick up DS (9) because he's tiny (about the size of a 7 year old). The other day we were in a busy shop and he grabbed my hand so we weren't separated. I remarked to him then that one day he would be too old to hold my hand. He said "Maybe for a while, but you'll need me to hold your hand when you're a little old lady." He's been saying since he was about 3 about how he will look after me when I'm old (ie. driving me to the shops, having me come to dinner with his family etc.)! He says the same about my DM, that he'll look after her when she's very old (she's only just hit retirement age).

and at some point your child will pick up you and carry you across a stream on the beach...

or is that just me and my mum?

Every last is a celebration of a job well done, not a sorrow to be mourned. I'm proud that my son and daughter have grown and blossomed and gone out into the world, I want them to go out and live not worry about leaving us behind. Each last is always a new start, every last means a few seconds or minutes more or personal space that I get back in my own life. I love them, I'll always be here for them but I'm actually the centre of my universe just as they are in theirs.

I can't stand that martyrish, sentimental rubbish.

It won't be long until you might be lifting your elderly parents as they are too weak/ill to care for themselves - that is something to weep about.

My dad last carried me in my late 30's, I got on his shoulders to get a ball out of a tree 😁

DD is 9 and too heavy to lift for long, but DS is 4 and tiny and still loves a carry, and he's so cuddly too 😊

I still lift my 19 and 15 year old off the floor sometimes, just to be annoying. The 19 year old finds it easier to lift me to be fair, but I like to prove my strength now and again.

On the bright side, there will also be a last time you wipe their pooey bum of course ..,. MOURN IT!