Sometimes I just want to freeze time. Every phase my kids go through these days is a favorite and these childhood years are slipping away so fast.
This morning was one of those cherished moments. Usually I go to boot camp from 6:30-7:30 a.m. but I hurt my neck yesterday and took the day off. When Bode woke up, he crawled into bed to snuggle up to me. “Tell me some stories of when I was little, Mom.”
And since I have the long-term memory of an Alzheimer patient, I turned to this blog’s archives, reading him his birthday letters I’ve written every year in July since he was born.
When Hadley woke up, she curled in next to us and we read her May birthday letters. “I can’t believe you’ve been doing this every year!” she marveled.
We teared up a bit as we laughed our way through our adventures long forgotten. I reiterated how privileged I am to be their mom and the pure joy they bring to my life every single day, despite the fact that sometimes this motherhood gig is really overwhelming.
Even though I’m so behind and busy these days, I’ve recommitted to writing their treasured stories because someday when they’re grown and gone, I’ll look back and realize how truly choice, golden and blessed these years are.
And I don’t want to ever, ever forget it.
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I'm a Canadian-born mom of two, former Denver Post columnist, family travel writer, editor of MileHighMamas.com and 9News contributor. Expert on all things Utah, Denver, family and travel. Lover of laughter and life. Happily married to a man obsessed with growing The Great Pumpkin. 