There are days in the life of a mom when everything feels like too much.
There are days when there is not enough milk in the fridge, money in the account, or coffee in the world.
There are days when kids are sick, and it's rainy and cold, and nobody likes what's for dinner, and everyone cries at one point or another.
There are days when school work is too hard, and the laundry is too far gone, and one kid is too loud, and another kid is too sensitive, and I am too tired to think about any of it.
There are those days.
But then sometimes, out of the clear blue, for no apparent reason, there are days like today. Days when breakfast is good and filling, and the kids eat it all. Days when somehow, by some miracle, I am able to carve out 45 minutes all to myself, in a hot bath, with a good book. Days when it's easy to ditch the "classroom" and head to the zoo.
Days with cool breezes and colorful leaves and bouncing pigtails and peanut butter smiles.
Days when the zookeepers light up at the sight of three little brown-eyed girls and take the time to tell us about their own little brown-eyed bears.
Days that include skipping, and strolling, and singing Christmas carols at the top of our lungs because no one is around except the flamingos.
Days full of exploring new places and taking our time and choosing - just for a moment - not to hurry to the next thing.
Days when we are sure we saw the real Santa and Mrs. Claus delivering a couple reindeer who are on loan from the North Pole.
Days when miracles happen, even if they are fleeting.
Days when the empty milk jug and the empty bank account and the empty coffee pot don't matter.
These days. They remind me why I'm doing this insanely hard parenting thing.
These days give me hope for tomorrow.
And I am grateful.