Sometimes.

I'll be the first to admit I'm not the mommy from the fairy tales and the movies. You know the mommy who is always put together and never loses her cool. Yeah...that's not me. 

I'll also be the first to admit that I tend to forget how little my boys really are. How much they truly still need me, and to enjoy every moment. Sometimes I get caught up in raising "good" children that I forget I already have them. 

A couple of weeks ago I found my camera. Due to the move I had misplaced it and thought it was lost. In it were picture and a video of the last month my 3 year old was an only child. He was 17 months old. I watched the video and couldn't contain the tears. I forgot he was that little at one point. 

I can watch that's video a million times over. Sometimes I really think I should. Those times when he makes me want to pull my hair out of my head one by one; the video reminds me that this too shall pass and I should enjoy it. One day I won't have him trying to steal my phone or asking me 2500 questions in one hour. 

The same goes for my 18 month old. Parenting him has been life changing. These days it is really hard for me to get any me time unless I sneak away. He's very attached. Days like today I want mommy time out. I want to throw the towel in. I want to scream I QUIT! Then I remember that video of his brother. One day he won't want my hugs. He will wipe away my kisses. One day another woman will be his entire world. 

What I'm trying to say is let's slow down. Let's enjoy the little things. Like the toys you bump into in the middle of the night, the crying spells, and the little feet that kick you in the middle of the night because one day...one day you're going to wish they were there. 

Xoxo