memories

‘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.”

‘It’s not my turn to put my wants and needs first. It’s not my turn to explore hobbies, binge Netflix, and take Mediterranean vacations.’: Mom urges ‘soak up the beautiful, exhausting magic of motherhood’

“It’s my turn to heal boo-boos with a kiss. It’s my turn to memorize the perfect squishiness of chubby baby faces. It’s my turn to cuddle, rock, and have my clothes stretched out by little hands. It’s my turn to soak up the beautiful, exhausting magic of motherhood while the turn is still mine.”

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