All you need to know about traveling with toddlers on a LONG flight
The drives are long, when you cry in the car seat
But the years are short, soon you’ll be at the wheel not needing to hold my hand in the car,
The days are long, when work is piling and you are being clingy
But the years are short, and you’ll soon be typing away your own,
The kitchen is messy and cooking is hard when you want to be held
But the years are short and you’ll be rushing away from the dinner table to be with your friends,
The nights are long when you refuse to sleep and want to be rocked
But the years are short and you won’t need my lullabies anymore,
The times are tough when you are sick and it hurts so much to see you in pain
But the years are short, so let me not complain
For you’ll grow up soon and will fly away.
Let me hold on these hugs
Let me take away your pain
Cook and work with you on my lap
Rock you all night, Till you feel like yourself again
Today’s post was going to be something else. I had it ready to be published sitting in my drafts but I decided to write this post instead.
Yesterday, Zoe had a meltdown of an intensity that I hadn’t seen earlier.
Every mother has her own breastfeeding story … here’s mine.