Most emphatically, YES.
A few minutes ago, I hollered upstairs at the kids and asked them to come empty the dishwasher. They gallumphed down the stairs to do my bidding, and I'm not sure why, but the noise triggered something. I think it reminded me of the old house and how the kids used to come tromping down the hall like a small herd of elephants.
|The aforementioned Hall of Elephant Children|
Now, I know better... and in another four years, I'll know better still.
|M1, age 10... and a half|
|M2: My Teensy-Bean is no longer Teensy|
Both kids noticed the silly, slightly tearful smile I got.
"Wut, Mom?" asked M1, with his inquisitive yet flat affect, working diligently all the while so he could get back to his game ASAP.
"Yeah, Mom, why are you smiling like that?" M2 echoed, bouncing over to the arm of the couch, grateful for any excuse to stop working for a moment.
"Just having a Mommy Moment, kiddos... just having a Mommy Moment."
I hope those moments stay with me forever. I don't ever want to forget!