On some days, it feels as though every conversation I have with my kids is only yelling and scolding. It’s as if that’s the only interaction we have sometimes.
But then there are other days—I roll with Peanut on the floor, her eyes transfixed with wonder. I tickle Pumpkin, her vulnerability surfacing and her rebellion falling away amid peals of laughter, those baby giggles that melt the heart.
I hope they remember these good times, too, even when they’re older, not just the bad times when Mama was having a hard day.
The anger and frustration are momentary. It’s the moments that are everything.