I am going to miss this

Being a parent with small children is without a doubt hard. But you know what? I am going to miss this.

I am going to miss being the one that hangs the moon for my girls.

I am going to miss them hanging on to every encouraging word I say as though it is the most precious jewl.

I am going to miss being the their final authority for what is good, what is bad, what is wrong, what is right. The unquestioned belief that mom (and dad) know it all.

I am going to miss the endless hugs, and moreover that my hugs can over flow their hearts with feeling so loved that they glow with smiles.

I am going to miss living in a world where magic may be real, where fairies still dance on flowers, and mermaids do live in the ocean.

I am going to miss the infectiousness of their wonderment.

I am going to miss re-reading all of my favorite childhood books, and getting a few new favorites in the mix.

I am going to miss coloring, and finger painting, and play dough. I am even going to be a little sad when glitter becomes too messy to want to use, cause really L is right it does make everything more beautiful.

I am going to miss them wanting my attention more than anything else in the world.

I am going to miss it when they realize I can't carry a tune, or dance to the beat.

I am going to miss the crazy funny things they say, the insanely cute things they do. I am going to miss laughing with them so much that my cheeks hurt.

And I am really, really going to miss being able to protect them from the pains of the world, being able to make everything wrong right, being able to so easily comfort them.

The list of what I will miss is so long that it out weights the sleepless nights, the  ability to rest when sick, and even those tough, tough days that require me to be more selfless and more patient than I ever thought my self possible. Tonight, although both tired and sick, I am just so thankful that this is moment in time that I get to experience.