There are days when I have moments of, "wow, I really am a mom." It felt like it was just yesterday when I was sitting in the backseat of our Dodge Caravan while my mom drove the 3 us around to dance, soccer, and swimming.
I took a quick glance in the rearview mirror while I was driving the other day. There I spotted my 3 littles and was reminded that I am the one now driving the minivan.
It freaked me out a bit. Time truly does fly. I don't know who coined that phrase, but they weren't messing around.
As we piled out of the minivan to enter the YMCA, I was reminicent of the scorching summer days we spent at the recreation center by our house in Orange County.
And as I followed my boys into the center, I tried to digest how blessed I am to call them my own. There are certain moments when it hits me.
While they kicked, splashed, and blew bubbles in the pool, I watched with a happy heart.
I want them to remember these moments. These simple everyday moments. Yeah, I'm sure they'll remember the big parties and Legoland days, too, but these are the days I want to be forever etched in their hearts.
Just a mom and her boys enjoying simple days.