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You can’t remember why you walked from one room to another, but you remembered the names of your child’s most cherished stuffed animals. 

You forgot to respond to that pressing email, but you remembered to leave a note for them in their lunchbox once in a while. 

You forgot to make that appointment, but you remembered to snuggle and read a story today.

You couldn’t find your keys, but you remembered where she last left her favorite lovie. 

Taking a shower slipped your mind, but you remembered to add extra, extra bubbles to their bath. 

Your favorite hot drink is nearly always cold because you get distracted and forget where you set it, but you remember their favorite cup and snack.

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You often say every other name but the name of the child you’re trying to talk to, but you’ve memorized many of the lines from their favorite book. 

You forgot to sign them up for that class or event but remembered to play with cars or dolls or LEGOs with them.

You forgot to buy that ingredient at the store, but you remembered to slow down and let them help you in the kitchen even though it took twice as long.

You remember their favorite color. You remember the way you felt looking at them as a newborn.

You remember the names of their best friends. You remember the pants they think are the most comfortable. You remember how ticklish they are and remember the best time for them to take a nap. 

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There’s no way to remember everythingespecially when you’re often sleep-deprived and feel you’re juggling a load too big for you. But you often remember the little things that are so big to them. And you remember much more on top of that. That’s pretty amazing. 

One day you’ll remember more important things again, and you’ll have forgotten all these little things you automatically do now. Your children will grow, and you’ll forget how small and dependent they were on you. 

They may not remember all the little things you did, but they’ll carry those microscopic moments that turned into big love inside of them for the rest of their lives.

And when they are parents one day, they might forget a lot of the same things you do, but they will likely automatically remember the same little things you do too. 

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I forgot where I was going with this and my coffee is now cold. There are things to be done, laundry to fold, stories to be told, little ones to hold . . . 

So from one forgetful mom to another: You’re not alone and I think we’ll remember these days. 

And even if we forget them, we’ll always remember they were worth more than gold.

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Stephanie Kramm

I'm a wife and homeschool mama of four adventurous boys and two miscarried babies I look forward to holding in Heaven. I enjoy music, art, and rare quiet moments in nature with a book and some chai. My Master’s is in counseling and I am passionate about advocating for at-risk women and children around the globe. I’m a contributing writer for the facebook pages Snips & Snails & Warrior Tales and this mere breath.

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