So it’s past 10pm on Sunday and I’m sitting at my kitchen desk. I’m tired, I feel like my ears are worn out from all the chatter of the past 7 days, and I wish I could just have a quiet day to myself tomorrow. But again, I need to remind myself that I’m so very lucky to be able to spend so many days with my boy. As I held his hand in the backseat of the car on the way home from our cousins’ house tonight, I realized that I should hold his hand as much as I can now. For there will be a time, in the not so distant future, I suspect, that I’ll ask for his hand and he’ll reply,

“Mom, give me a break! You’ve got to be kidding?! Buggar off!”

Or something like that.

So for tonight, I’m trying hard to remember that this phase of our lives won’t last forever. It won’t even last much longer than a blink. And if I don’t make the best of it now, I’ll only regret it in the future. I think that the fact that I have taken the time and effort to recognize this, today, makes me a Good Enough Mum.

I leave you with this picture of Little Man’s perfectly-pudgy-slightly-grimey hand, holding just one of the many bugs that were rescued from the pool today.