These are the days that you will look back upon and remember. These days of hand-written signs with all the words spelled phonetically inviting you to an after-dinner dance performance. When your library basket is brimming full of picture books and just a few books for yourself to read in the evenings, chapter by chapter before bed.
These days when you have done three amazing things before breakfast, after getting up with your baby a few times during the night. You’ve sat and watched the sun rise while you cuddled your baby and drank your coffee hot before the demands of the day call to you.
These are the days when you and your husband high five over small victories and smile over seeing your children reach an accomplishment. These days of saying no to more outside activities so you can yes to more family days and slow weekend breakfasts and long drives by the water. These days when you go through more coffee then ever before and yet order decaf if it’s after 3 because you also need to sleep at night. These are good, good days. Even those days when everyone cries and there are tantrums and words and it’s all a mess. There are apologies and forgiveness and fresh mercies tomorrow.
These are the days of date night ins, of Friday night pizza and movie night, and porridge for breakfast. Of letting the dishes pile up in the sink while you homeschool and feed the baby and send the girls outside. Of painting pictures and telling the girls that they each have their own magic and that’s what makes their pictures unique and beautiful.
It’s the same for you.
These exhausting, beautiful days when you have to choose between reading stories and sweeping floors, between doing the dishes and soothing the baby.
These days of letting the sweet old lady before you at the checkout peek in at your sleeping baby, knowing that she is not that far from the end of her life and he is just beginning his story.
You are savouring the moments. You are seeing the extraordinary in your everyday. You know you will remember these days.
These days when sometimes you have no idea what you did or what you accomplished. You’re deep in your race of motherhood, it’s not a sprint-its more like an ironman. You’re accomplishing far more then any check mark on a list can convey. You’re building a lifetime of stories, starting with today. Because even if you don’t feel like you did anything, you did more then you know and today was a really good day.