There are more days like this than I realize.
Days where we sit cuddled up while I text with my Sister or knit or read.
Days of lessons begun peacefully and cooperatively and even without nudging.
Times spent playing quietly and independently, often at my feet.
I will spend time today focusing on these moments, not the ones where I feel like my hairs are popping out of my head. They are fewer and not what I want to remember. Why give them the credit?