I am a parent. I get frustrated. I raise my voice. I point my finger in disgust. I threaten "one more time and you are going to find yourself in time out." I wish my day away. I focus on all of the things going wrong in my day. I count down the minutes till naptime or bedtime. I tell my children I need a break.
It doesn't mean I love them any less. If I didn't love them or I didn't care, it wouldn't bother me that they unfolded all the clean laundry or took a crayon to the wall. It wouldn't bother me that they have done nothing but talk, scream and fight since 6am.
It is because I love them that I want to remember life's little moments with my children. The big bear hugs and the whispers that I am the greatest mom ever. The giant, cheesy smile when they know they have done something cute. The repetitions it takes to get a new spoken word. The excitement when a word is sounded out and read correctly on the first try. Discovering how to tie your own shoes or how to ponytail your own hair. The folded laundry that was dumped and then they put underwear on their heads. The big x in red crayon that they so proudly showed you on the wall. The silly songs that they make up and sing all afternoon long.
These are the little moments I want to remember. Not the moments I want to wish away. Sometimes we get so caught up in the annoyances of the day that we forget to stop and remember the little moments that make it a good day. We wish away things so quickly that before we know it, they aren't little children anymore. And then we will spend our time wishing they were little again for there are so many things we missed out on.
It's not about making every moment pinterest worthy. It's not about photographing every single moment. It's about living in the moment with your children. It's about being present. It's about creating memories that will last a lifetime and traditions that will carry on from generation to generation. It's about enjoying all of life's little moments, the good and the bad.