The biggest blessing of motherhood

 The biggest blessing of motherhood is that I get to be the memory keeper.

My kids won’t remember all the little details of these early years but I will.
They will remember the way it felt to be loved.
The way it felt to be held.
The way it felt to belong.

And someday when they ask what they were like when they were small, I’ll be able to give them the story they lived but were too little to keep.
Because that is the quiet magic of being their mom.