I had a few moments to relax the other day during this busy season in which my kid is graduating, and as my eyes fell closed, I tried desperately to go back in time in my memories so I could listen again to the sounds of my children’s younger voices.
With all my heart I wanted to hear those toddler and little-kid voices, feel their little selves as they melted into my arms when they were sad or tired. I wanted to remember the exact way it felt when I’d hold them in my lap and read them stories or sing to them as they drifted to sleep for the night.
I wanted to be present back when they were tiny and came bounding into a room, excited to see me and share something new they’d discovered. Or when they were simply playing on the floor with toys and turned to look at me and say “I love you, Mommy.” Oh my heart.
