One day you will miss this. I promise. So, tired mama, today as you race around town from activity to activity, as you whip together snacks, meals, send in treats for your children’s class, as you sit in carpool, while you sit in the car waiting for them to come out, while you wrap presents at midnight, as you bake cupcakes for the class, clean the house, as you continue to drain your wallet to fund their lives, as you worry if they are ok, as you wait for them after curfew, as you drive them to 5am sports practice on weekends, as you worry about their broken heart, as you wait for them after curfew, as you throw away the milk container left in the fridge with no milk left inside for the 100th time, as you grocery shop, as you grocery shop, as you grocery shop, as you make doctor appointment after doctor appointment, as you lecture, as you listen, as you replace the toilet paper roll, fill the gas tank, ignore your teenager’s rolling of the eyes, fight over pee-pee in the potty or cleaning up accidents in their pants, bathing, picking up toys, falling into bed exhausted, reading Good Night Moon for the 6 millionth time, as you do “one-two-three” swing with our partner till your arm aches, cleaning sticky fingers, sticky couches and sticky floors, doing laundry, folding tiny clothes day after day after day, when you hold your breath as they drive away in the family car solo for the first time, as you beg your teenagers to get to bed before midnight, as they take off with friends to a party, as you clean up glitter off the floor, as you half asleep stumble to their crib to feed them again, you will miss this. I promise.