…using a gentle tone with soothing words even though you want to cry right along with your child while they scream and wail as you struggle to apply ointment to their raw, rashy bottom.
…swaying back and forth in the center of a darkened, toy-strewn room with a small child clutched in your arms, breathing them in and thinking about how they won’t need you like this for as long as you’d like.
…listening to your child repeat “Mumma, Mumma, Mumma, Mumma, Mumma!…” over the baby monitor and feeling that little swell of pride in your heart, because the child is asking for you.
…enjoying the way icy little toddler toes knead your leg while you eat breakfast together, and then insisting that the child wear socks to warm them up.
…digging through bins and baskets to find all the pieces to the child’s current favorite toy, and being just as excited as they are when you find them all and are able to assemble it…and then obliging to re-assemble it over and over (and over…), even though it continually interrupts your morning cup of coffee.