Today your curly head lay against my chest as you fell into your afternoon nap. As a mom of 8, I know how fleeting these days are. I know how bittersweet the quickness of it all is, but the years have also whispered wisdom into my heart: the wisdom that screams at me to soak in this short season. Because to mourn for the moment before or to reach for the moment to come robs me of the right now. If I keep that repertoire, stolen moments become all there ever is, and I have hoodwinked myself out of the beauty of my life. I have willfully traded it for the mirage of memories and plans not yet materialized. Listen moms, don’t fall prey to the lies that the yesterdays and tomorrows trump the right-now. The right-now is what your entire life is made of!