I've been told, in the past month, by two different sources, that these are the best days of my life. Now, while my kids are little. It has resonated with me so, that it has become a mantra for me on these days which, lately have been a bit, shall we say, trying.
"It's tough bein' a kid," my grandma always says. Especially, when you're two, like Andrew. And a challenging time to be a parent, I have been reminded.
But These Are Days to remember (and I've been singing it since Valerie was born). When Valerie leaves "MAMA" in magnetic letters on the fridge for me to find. When she spends all morning designing and sewing (!) a felt heart and bird, then giving me her delightful creations (which, upon the wall, serve to remind me of both her love and that one day she will fly). When Andrew must spend at least ten minutes cuddling in the morning before he is ready to get up. When he will give me kisses just for the asking.
Really, what is better than having my little ones near me? Sometimes I wish I could freeze them, just as they are right now. Tom is more pragmatic, more holistic, reminding me how wonderful it is to watch them grow, to see who they become.
But me? Now I know why my grandma always said she wanted to put a brick on my head--to keep me little. I could use a couple of bricks.