I Don’t Want to Be a Mom Today

I know it goes so fast, and someday I will miss the patter of small feet careening through my kitchen. One day my house will be too quiet and I will give anything to read one more book or tell one more story. There will come a day when I will ache for tiny arms around my neck and sticky hands cradling my face. I’ll miss adoring eyes and a tiny voice whispering, “Mama.” I know all of that. Some days I really feel it, and I drink in all the sensations that will slip away in the blink of […]