Mummy Musing: They Won't Remember

My babies won't remember being babies. They won't remember how I rocked them to sleep. They won't remember how they were once comforted at my breast. They won't remember the sleepy tears I wipe away from their cheeks or the soft kisses I lay upon their head as I tuck them in for the night. They won't remember the times I quietly sneak into their room to watch them sleep. Nor will they remember the badly sung songs I crooned to them. They will not remember the times I held them close and slow danced around the living room to the songs in my heart. They will not remember how the slightest fever, or sniffle, or cough, had me worrying and checking and rechecking to make sure they were alright. And they certainly won't remember seeing the joy on my face as I watch them experience all their firsts. They won't remember it.
But I will. And even if they don't remember why... my children will always be able to remember the feeling of home whenever they're in my arms. They'll be able to remember the overwhelming amount of love that I've poured into them every.single.day of their lives. They'll remember that they are safe, in body and mind, with me. They'll remember the important bits.