"Mommy! Remember that day you colored with me? It was so fun!"
And those are the words that make a mother cringe with guilt. "That day?" Coloring with Lily has been so infrequent that she remembers it as a special day. I'm failing.
I do some things right. My kids are fed and clothed and clean and they get to their practices and activities on time. I say I love you when they go to school and when they go to bed.
But there is a lot to be desired about the rest of the time. Too many distractions that I've let in and let take over. Behavior is showing the effects of not enough attention. Patience runs short because I don't spend enough meaningful time with them and so my level of tolerance runs low.
Words aren't enough to let them know how they are loved. Time to live so that there is no question or doubt in their minds. I can do better.