When it comes to raising our kids, someone told me once that the days are long but the years are short.
Which is great advice. Very wise.
But they told me this when my boys were 1 and 3.
I love my boys. I adore them. But saying the days were long when they were little is like saying the parent of a newborn is a little bit tired. It’s a bit of an understatement. Because preschool age kids are really busy. They are so full of life and energy and questions.
I can remember that day when they were 1 and 3, and hearing this advice I decided I would make every minute count. So when the kids woke up that morning, we read stories on the couch under a blanket. We jumped from one tile to the next across the living room. We built a pillow fort. We wrote alphabet letters in shaving cream. We had snacks shaped like animals. We made pretend food with play-do. We took a walk and noticed trees and bugs. We did all of these things, and I flopped down on the floor, exhausted. Then I looked at the clock.
It was 8:15 in the morning.