One day, my children will be out in the world somewhere, perhaps even learning the same lessons I am now. And I will be missing these days, when I was the thing that they needed most. And in my heart I will be mourning for the challenging moments that I sometimes try to wish away now. I will long for a crying infant that needs to be shh-shh-shh’d late into the night, for the side-splitting laughter we endure with a 2-year old, even for the arguments we have with our teens.
I am trying to embrace the present all of the time… not just in times of happiness but even more so when I feel myself struggling.
These are the best days of my life. Here’s to not letting them pass me by.