It won’t always be like this.
There won’t always be midnight wake ups.
There won’t always be bedtime story time and smiles behind crib bars.
There won’t always be blankets pinned over our windows to black out the rooms.
There won’t always be countless footie pajamas to wash.
There won’t always be school drop-off lines and PTA meetings.
There won’t always be crumbs spilling out from car seats and all over your car.
There won’t always be sound machines humming white noise into the dark every night.
There won’t always be stains in the bathtub from blue Dino bath bombs.
There won’t always be nap times to juggle, boo boos to kiss, or Magna-tiles in every crevice of our home.
It won’t always be like this. And that’s both a mantra of encouragement and heartbreak that can snap us back to being present here, soaking in these ordinary days that won’t be here for long.
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