I am going to miss this.
“Can you dry my back? I can’t reach all the sparkles.
What more do I have to say? Should I admit that this child is old enough to dry his own sparkles? That this child is old enough to make his own toast? Should I admit that this child is old enough to tie his own shoes? But he is the youngest. But he is the last. So I hold on to the “baby”- figuratively and physically. I dry his sparkles. I make his toast. I tie his shoes so he won’t trip.
And the other kids tell me I baby him. Which is probably true. But he is my last so I will dry his sparkles for as long as he will let me.