Brevity

My daughter has a bit of a cold and has been waking up every hour for the past two nights, wanting a drink or chapstick or Tylenol.  And tonight my son is refusing to go to sleep.  These times can be so frustrating especially when you have lots to get done the next day and no energy to do it.  But as my son sits on my lap, pulling my hair as I try and type, I am reminded to savor even these moments.  I have had those nights where I have placed my screaming child safely in their crib and turned the TV on loud enough so that I can't hear them to save my sanity.  But those nights of torture are minimal compared to the overwhelming joy my children have brought to my life.  18 years is so brief a time compared to my already 31 years.  I know I will blink and this phase of my life will be over.  I want to cherish each moment, even the rough ones.