a thousand words

magic mommy

last week.
berk: "moooooooom, I can't find my shoes!"
me: "you looked EVERYWHERE?"
berk: "Everywhere! I can't find them!"
me (finding his shoes at the front door): "Be-erk...they are sitting by the front door! You need to look a little harder next time."

stella: "You are a magic mommy, you can find everything!"

I remember feeling this way about my mom. She could find anything in our busy house. Thinking back, maybe I wasn't looking hard enough for my stuff!

I wish I could wave my magic wand over the house today. Laundry, bills, e-mails, organizing, costco all--- poof!-- done.
A mom can dream, can't she?

note to self

"...but the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of the three on them sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages 6, 4, and 1. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in a hurry to get on to the next things: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less."

-Anna Quindlen