I often wonder what they will remember from these long days spent together during the summer. Chances are that they will not remember me sitting on the couch reading to them, laying in there beds at night listening to what feels like an endless stream of chatter and ideas, chasing them around and cleaning up like crazy or all the soft tender moments spent together with what feels like all the time in the world to spare.
Most likely they will remember me yelling at them to go outside until lunch, nagging them to clean up & saying if you don’t stop fighting I am going to EXPLODE among many other very proud parenting moments that all of us parents partake in from time to time.
Being a mother is the hardest job I have ever taken on. The ups and downs are extreme. However, all it takes is one tiny “mommy I love you” and payment is made in full.