I am blessed to be a mama to two boys, three years, two months and five days between them these curious, adventurous and oft-smiling brothers -
I want to remember them as they are right now, no baby book milestones, but those everyday graces the no-longer-napping child falling asleep on his bed, the slap slap of hands and knees crawling about the house with increasing speed, yes this - the questions why, the head shaking and crook of my neck snuggling, the car-ride storytelling, the careful observations the mispronunciations - mish-chef-fous-sis (mischevious) and announcements - "I think only big men can climb on the roof" "I am embarrassed when Beren keeps looking at me" "I think those ants are laying eggs on that box" "These bananas are getting crazy"
Oh, and when my baby giggles as he hides in pillows when my boy climbs the fence to "check" on storm clouds, and later he wraps his arms around me and says, I love you mama -
There are hard days too, and long wakeful nights unsettled, restless, grumpiness - when we loose our tempers, melt down, kick something, knock a block tower over, push a little brother back -
but I don't really want to remember all that except to say, it passes, we got through - and we spent a lot more time smiling.