Growing up is about moments. Knitted together the moments make memories and a childhood. This morning we had an extra 12 minutes before we needed to leave for school. Instead of begging to turn on the TV, the kids played with dominoes. I didn't demand that they played nicely together, they just did.
Last night, our night lacked the sunshine and roses. Kevin left for work and I was on my own. One kid flooded the bathroom. Another sneezed right in my open mouth. Another seemed to be unable to complete a task without arguing with someone. My throat hurt from yelling (Bad mommy).
When they aren't fighting over whose turn it is to breathe. Or who sat in the chair first. Or what day it is. When I stop and take a look, discarding the list, allowing for imperfection.
Then we have moments of peace. Just simple, boring, happy peace. And I will always be thankful for that.
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