02/04/2026
I was browsing through social media and came across a local mama’s post. I began reading it. I cried. Truer than true. There is no preparation. She gave me permission to share this with you.
And she writes.
“I’m standing in the grocery store parking lot, receipt still warm in my hand, loading bags into the car. I grab a can of formula, tuck it into the bag... and it hits me.
This is the last can of formula I’ll ever need to buy.
No more tiny babies.
No more mixing bottles half-asleep.
No more miscounting scoops per ounce and second-guessing myself.
And if you’re a mom, you know - yes, he still breastfeeds. But formula was part of our story too.
Part of him being little.
It’s the silly, quiet things nobody prepares you for.
Like the fact that one day, without fanfare, you’ll buy the last can of formula.
Maybe you’ll realize it in the moment... or maybe you won’t notice until later.
One day you’ll pick them up and put them down for the last time.
One day they’ll stop running to you for cuddles.
One day your arms won’t be their favorite place to land.
And the wild part? You never know which day is the day.
So this is your reminder — and mine — to get all the way in.
Even on the hard days.
Especially on the exhausting, messy, loud ones.
Because these moments don’t ask permission before they become memories.
Hold them close.
Let yourself feel it.
Nothing about this season lasts forever.”
KA 2026
