My kids aren’t “living room kids” or “bedroom kids.”

 My kids aren’t “living room kids” or “bedroom kids.”

They’re wherever mom is kids.

If I’m in the kitchen, they’re right there.
If I lay down in bed, they’re crawling in beside me.
If I sneak away to the bathroom, somehow they’re knocking on the door two seconds later.

And I’ll be honest, some days it feels like I can’t breathe without someone right under my feet. I trip over toys, over little feet, over my own shadow that looks suspiciously like them following me everywhere.

But when I stop and really think about it, I know these days won’t last forever. One day they won’t want to be with me every second. One day I’ll walk into a room and they won’t follow.

So even when it feels overwhelming, I remind myself that this constant closeness means they want me. They want my presence. My comfort. My love.

And I’ll never take that for granted.