I have a confession to make: I fast forwarded through the first two years of my son’s life, and now I find myself filled with regret. Back when I first brought each of my boys home, I reveled in the snuggle time, the feeding time, the diaper changing, the cooing, the kissing and more. Then, reality hit me in the face like a big fat spatula and suddenly I was flipping exhausted and desperate to pass the time.
