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Sometimes I forget to slow down . . . but you remind me. When I’m running around the house trying to do a million different things and you ask me to stop to play with you. As tempted as I am to quickly finish up what I’m doing, I stop and think to myself. The laundry can wait until tonight. The crumbs under the table aren’t going anywhere. The dishes will still be here in an hour (unfortunately).

Thank you for reminding me to slow down and enjoy the days when you still want your mama to play with you.

Sometimes I forget to slow down . . . but you remind me. When I’m helping you get dressed in the morning and I notice that your pants are getting a little too tight.

Thank you for reminding me to slow down because you’re growing a little more every day, and you won’t always be the little boy I long to keep you as.

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Sometimes I forget to slow down . . . but you remind me. When we’re taking a walk down the block and you stop to pick up every little thing you see, and all I can think about is making it home in time to start dinner.

Thank you for reminding me to slow down and enjoy the simple things in life, like the scent of a flower and the colors of the leaves.

Sometimes I forget to slow down . . . but you remind me.

When I look at the house and see hundreds of toys thrown all across the house and I can’t even see the floor.

Thank you for reminding me that underneath all the mess is a 3-year-old boy using his imagination and creating memories.

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Sometimes I forget to slow down . . . but you remind me. To soak up every moment with you. To stop and enjoy our time together. To enjoy the little things in life. To not stress so much about the housework. Thank you, my sweet boy, for reminding me to slow down.

Rachel Zeko

Rachel is a special needs therapist turned stay-at-home-mom to two little ones. She enjoys being outdoors, chasing around her toddler, and writing about the joys of motherhood.

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