I can forget you spilled snow cone all over your shirt. For a moment, I donít remember the tantrum you threw or the time you hit your brother. The whining and battles of will are long forgotten, for a moment.
For a moment, you both sit quietly with me. We focus not on the rough day weíve had, but on the wonder of the fireworks overhead. And for just a moment, I feel like the best mom in the world.