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?