Small moments

It has been a rough few days. We have all been sick around here. All I want to do is lie around and sleep or watch TV and not move. But I have kids. And they are sick too, so that means they need even more TLC than normal. When I woke up this morning and remembered I was flying solo and my husband was already at work, I thought the world might end. Okay, maybe not that dramatic... not quite.
When the baby's morning nap time came around, we headed up to rock him. Lately, Clara wants to be with us while we're rocking, and our deal is that she sits on the arm of the recliner and does not make a peep while we rock, or she has to leave. Some times she cooperates more than others. I was all geared up for a battle with her this morning, but instead she nuzzled up to me, laid her head on my shoulder for a few seconds, then planted a big kiss on my cheek. I was sitting there snuggling my dozing off baby and enjoying some snuggles with my big girl too.
I thought about all that cliche stuff about parenthood, about how childhood goes too fast, about how sometimes the moments seem like a struggle while they're happening but we wish them back as soon as they're gone. I though about how terrible I've been about writing anything about our lives, big moments and small. I knew I had to put this one down on paper (or computer screen). I want to remember it.