I remember when emptying the dishwasher took less than two minutes, and no one stole the spoons and hid them in their toy bins. When moving laundry from the washer to the dryer didn’t involve another person taking it back out of the dryer, and running down the hallway with it. The thought of going upstairs or into another room without strategically planning my moves so that no one cried. Those days when nothing had child locks on it, and I could open a cabinet door with just the slightest pull. Running to Target took 10 minutes, not an hour, and the only things in my hand were my wallet, keys and phone. I didn’t stress. I didn’t worry.
I remember all of these things.
But I wouldn’t trade them for the world.
I love being a mom.