The other day, I was wondering aloud why I turn into a crazy person around 5pm each day. (Joe’s helpful response: “I don’t know. I’m not here during the day.”) The so-called witching hour is a real thing, and the two-ish hours from 5-7 every evening feel like the last stretch of a marathon. Or so I hear, because I don’t hate myself enough to run for 26.2 miles. Anyway, none of us are usually at our best at that time, and there’s a good chance someone will end up in timeout or in tears, if not both. It’s hard to see past the exhaustion and frustration (HOW many times during one meal do I have to tell someone not to put her fork in her hair?!) to all the sweet moments that are what really keep us going sometimes.
Don’t get me wrong, there’s enough sass in a given day to make me dread the teenage years, but there’s also a lot of simple joys, too. I hope that someday, when I look back to when the girls were small, I’ll remember that it was hard (always keeping it real), but I’ll also recall all the cute, funny, loving parts, too. The little moments that I wish I could just freeze in time and save for later.
I want to remember:
how Grace makes up sweet little songs to Gemma, usually telling her that she’s her best friend
how Sophie sets up a meal of play food at the coffee table, then sits down and says her prayers before eating
when the girls turned the coffee table into a bunk bed
how proudly Sophie says, “I did it myself!!”
listening to them play school and Mass
the look on Grace’s face as she realizes she read something correctly
the way Sophie tucked her yellow blanket, her most prized possession, around Gemma
when the girls play hide-and-seek, telling each other where they will hide, then laughing when they find each other like it was a surprise the whole time
hearing the funny chatter as they share a snack
when Gemma does her scrunchy face at us
There are so many instances throughout the day to pause and soak in the beauty of little moments–nothing extraordinary, but little reminders that even though it can be tiring and exasperating, this life really is sweet.