As I'm rocking my son to sleep for his nap, his little hand reaches up and rests on my chest as he curls up on my lap, and all I can think is "I never want this to end." Yesterday was Miles' 21 month birthday, and I can't believe how fast time is going. He's not really a baby anymore (and of course the fact that he is huge for his age adds to the illusion that he's more of a kid and less of a baby), and as much as I'm enjoying every stage, I'm extremely sad to let go of that babyness. I've been thinking a lot about motherhood and my relationship to it, especially considering we've being hearing so much surrounding Ann Romney and her proclamations about being a stay at home mom (insert slow eye roll here) and the subsequent media mania to follow. Yes, being a mom is challenging at times, sometimes I feel isolated, sometimes I feel frustrated, sometimes i feel like I'm going to pull my hair out. But is it really the hardest job in the world?? Hardly. At the end of our routine nap time battle, I get the privilege of cuddling my little bundle of preciousness. And then when he wakes up we're going to play trains, or Playdoe, or go kayaking. Honestly, this is awesome. I love motherhood. And when I have those days of bone crushing exhaustion and frustration, all I need is a few of these moments to set me right.