These two came to my office yesterday for an event and I was so proud of how good they both were. It would have been a tremendous challenge to get them there in the middle of a work day if it weren’t for the help of my husband and mother in law. Let’s face it: sometimes we all have challenging moments. Our life is not perfect. Two-year-olds throw tantrums, spouses disagree, messes pile up, babies wake up all night, dogs bark for no reason and momma loses her patience.
But the rewards more than make up for the challenges. I sometimes can’t believe this is real life, that me and Mr. G made these two little people, who are little pieces of us and 100 percent themselves, too. It took us a year to get pregnant with Peanut. I had started to think that maybe a second baby wasn’t in the cards for us. And that would’ve been OK, too. Pumpkin is a terrific kid. But now, after waiting and wishing for her, I wonder if this is real life. If we really got so lucky to have these two. I drive to daycare and wonder if I’ll show up to pick her up and they’ll tell me they never heard of me … if it was all a dream I had.
When I’m exhausted, when I want to make dinner or fold laundry or finish a cup of coffee and someone wants to read a book or eat or needs help on the potty, I try to remember that, to remember how amazing they are, how fleeting this time is, to treasure these moments while I am lucky enough to share in them.