There's these moments that happen, that I've heard all moms refer to in one way or another. The crazy love for your kids moments.
They happen, most often, for me, during the in between times. In between the furious wiping of the counter tops, the guilt of working until 8pm and ordering delivery instead of cooking the organic fish I defrosted, walking the dog with the mysterious diarrhea, talking to one of the boys about learning to be kind even when things don't go his way, worrying about the over-kindness of the other kid and what future or past transgression he might be preparing me for, the realization that sometimes I don't make the boys take their vitamins because I don't want to take my own, hoping that neither my attempt at quinoa nor my reunion with my stomach flu infested soul sister are the cause of my stomach pains, and feeling that I'm in college again, broke and out of toilet paper.
In between these times, which usually happen after I've said good night for what I'm sure is the last time, I feel the urge to ask one more question, interrupt one more conversation, give one more reminder, just so I can finish by saying, again, 'I love you'. Because, I do, I crazy love them.
