I'm gonna miss this...

Being a parent is tough stuff. Some days I thought toddlerhood was going to be the death of me with potty training, constant messes, temper tantrums and sleepless nights. I used to secretly scoff at the older, seasoned parents who promised me I would miss those days. I was certain I would not. But there was a tiny bit of rationality left in my brain that whispered they might not be all that wrong.

Of course they were right. I only have one toddler left and half the time I forget she is only two. I've learned to let go of the need to have a spotless house and perfectly manicured children. Heck, sometimes they run around the house with pudding on their hands and faces sporting their favorite princess dress they have been wearing since the day before.

And when that little someone crawls up onto my lap and wants me to read her a story or watch her dance or whispers, "Mommy. I need to tell you a secret!" my whole world can stop for a little while and revolve around her because--I know I'm going to miss this.