I'm not a big fan of griping at everyone to make the most of every moment, especially when their kids are little. It's just about impossible this side of heaven to enjoy EVERY moment, especially when your kid is throwing a fit at the playground because he doesn't want to go home and take a nap (not that my kid has ever done that . . . except for maybe this morning). But I read somewhere that you should take those good moments and try to cherish them. I like that a lot more. It's what Mary did with Jesus. She cherished "all those things" in her heart.
So, I don't want to forget walking Andy into church last week. He reached up to me and said, "hold Mommy's hand." We walked into church together, and it was such a tender moment. This was certainly an anomaly because he's usually tearing across the church lawn like an Olympic runner. Seriously, that kid can run. Anyway, the whole way into church, I just tried to cherish the moment, and I don't want to forget it.
Then, this morning while we were at the park, we were just having fun together (pre-fit-throwing). I love that we can have conversations. We picked slides to go down and drew the entire alphabet in the sand. Then, (post-fit-throwing), Andy said, "race Mommy!" on the way home. So, we would race and then Andy would laugh.
Every stage has its battles and its fun. I forget things so easily that I don't want to forget the precious times during this age. Andy was watching the kids at the school run around, and he tried to join them a couple of times. I kept telling him that he has to wait until he's older to go to school with the big kids. I know that day is coming all too fast. So, until then, I will try not to remember the tough times and write down those precious moments so that I don't forget.