Not long ago Eli crawled in bed with me early in the morning. He snuggled in with me, and I wrapped an arm around him with my eyes still closed in hopes of conveying the message that it was still time to be sleeping.
He was staring at me, and started stroking my face. He have a big, morning-breath sigh and said quietly "I like dis kind of mom."
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My inspiration for this record of my days:
“The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. . . . I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less” -Anna Quindlen