For as long as I can remember, my mom would always sneak into our rooms before she went to bed (when she thought we were sleeping) and kiss us goodnight. For as long as I can remember, I would dodge those smooches. I would dive underneath my covers until she left the room. I couldn't understand it. Here I was, a teenager, and she felt the need to kiss me goodnight.
Every night, not even out of habit, more out of nature, I tiptoe through the kids' rooms and kiss them goodnight. For some reason, last night it hit me. No matter what is going on in our lives, be it stress from work, an ugly argument I'm still stewing over, or just pure, utter exhaustion, the moment I see them peacefully sleeping, there is just this "pull" to kiss their sweet little foreheads, and all the bothers of the day melt away. This is what I live for. This is what I work so hard for. I want to stop these moments and somehow preserve them in a jar, because I know someday way too soon it will be gone.
Now I know exactly why my mom did what she did....
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