When I’ve already fed you 10 times today.

When you call for me 30 seconds after I try to lay you down for a nap.

When my eyelids are drooping and my head is nodding during 3 am feedings.

When there’s a mile-long chore list rattling in my brain.

When I start to get too eager for what lies ahead, or too tangled up in the hard times we’ve been through.

My baby, I pray that you always help me refocus and see these moments for what they truly are. The blindingly brilliant, cup-filling, if at times gut-wrenching, moments. These precious moments that I am privileged to share with you. I pray that I savor them until they’re steeped into the very fiber of my being. Until they color every perspective I’ve had of this life. So that one day, when the reality of these moments is far behind me, I can recall their sweetness so clearly that it floods my soul.

Baby, help me to make these moments last forever, in whatever way we can.

This post was originally published on a Medium blog that I started in 2022. I’ve carried it over to Substack with its original date, just for the sake of having all my writing in one place.