I often look forward to the day when I am no longer caught up in this intricate game of attempting to juggle more balls than I can catch and when I am no longer well-acquainted with extreme exhaustion. However, when that day approaches, I will look back missing the moments that happened in-between. The "I love you Mommy" and the interrupted sleep cycles because one of the kids has climbed into my bed. With a clean house, and more time on my hands than I'll know what to do with, I'll nostalgically reminisce about that which has gone and that which has past: their childhood.
Author: Gloria Vicario; Motherhood
