Don’t count the days. Make the days count.

It’s almost midnight and I just finished packing the kids’ lunches.

Surely every mother feels the same. They exhaust the hell out of me, I’ll admit  that at times I might even count down the hours and minutes until bed time and yet once they’re finally  down I watch them sleep and think to myself  “ I don’t want  them to grow up”.

I remember rocking a few months old A3 a few years ago. She had been crying and I had been rocking her for hours until she finally fell asleep. I just wanted to put her down already. I remember thinking to myself that in the midst of that chaotic day I hadn’t even taken the time to really just look at her. I consoled myself and thought “it’s ok; she’ll still look the same tomorrow”.

Today is five years later and the memory of that precise moment when I thought to myslef that she wouldn’t change and how I could always look at her tomorrow is crystal clear in my mind yet the memory of what she actually looked like has completely faded away.

I guess we really do have to make the most of each day.

Jack just came into the room. He’s looking at me funny. Ok now he’s blowing kisses my way.

Well today is not over  just yet and  since I want to make the most of today perhaps  I should cut this post short and go be with him.

Jack : “When are you going to be done with your post?”

Me: “I’m done”

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