These days I have to ask for affection from my kids. I have to remind them to give me hugs and kisses because I refuse to spend even a day without some sort of loving. I have to steal moments and bribe them to give me uninterrupted free reign of cuddling on the couch. And every time I turn on some boring kid's show about bunny detectives (or whatever) just to get them to lie down and snuggle with me, I remember the newborn moments I wish I could relive over and over again. I remember days without bribery, days when my biggest worry was how many times my newborn had a bowl movement, and days when I put my baby in one spot and that is where my baby remained. I remember how deeply they slept and how much easier it all was, at least compared to now.
While I had two completely different experiences with my two completely different kids, I can honestly say even the most difficult newborn moments were nothing compared to the most difficult 2nd grader moments (and, honestly, I'm sure it only gets harder). So as we are navigating this crazy life of parenting, I often take the time to look back and fondly remember the newborn life. Nostalgia is funny that way: it can smooth out the rough edges forged by sleep deprivation and that new-mom fear, creating a memory I would love to visit at least twice a week.
Some of my friends are still having babies, but I am a "two and done" mom, through and through. Still, I listen to my friends complain about the struggles of having a newborn (and trust me, I know them all) and I am tempted to tell them to try to enjoy the good moments because those never, ever come back. I don't say anything like that, though, because there is nothing an exhausted new mom hates more than being told to "enjoy it."
Instead, I reflect upon my babies when they were newborns and I remember all the moments I truly enjoyed and, as a result, wish I could relive.