growing up

‘One day he will stop asking me to lay with him at bed time. One day he will be too big to fit comfortably in my lap. I am not ready for ‘one day.’: Mom urges ‘these moments will soon be memories’

“I will linger a little longer at bedtime when he asks me to cuddle for just a few more minutes. I will embrace the sound of little steps padding down the dark hallway, even if it means a little less sleep. These moments will all too soon become cherished memories.”

‘I looked down during my shower, bleary-eyed from yet another 4 a.m. wake up call, to a baby crawling between my legs and toys scattered between my wet feet.’: Burnt out mom urges ‘you don’t have to love every second’

“My 3-year-old sat chattering on the toilet I still need to scrub, while the shrieks of her siblings pierced the background. I had a laundry list of things running through my mind that needed to be accomplished and not a single clue how I was going to make it come to fruition. And I was weary.”

‘They used to fit between my elbow and fingertips, now they tower over me like gentle giants. They fill my soul as I watch them love and adore the partners they do life with.’: Mom shares the joys of raising boys

“They used to fill their pockets with rocks, sticks, flowers, and bugs. They used to sing me silly songs, tell fart jokes, and dance like goofballs. Now, they blow me away with their insight and wisdom. Now, they are strong enough to carry me on their back, both literally and figuratively.”

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