written about that here.
But I wonder if the message is a little misunderstood. Those older women (and men) who stop you in the grocery store or at church or the park and beg you to savor every moment. I don't think they mean you should be brimming with happiness at all times. I don't think they have necessarily forgotten how utterly exhausting and messy and emotionally draining parenting can be.
This morning I was feeling completely exhausted, grumpy and unmotivated. I reached for my camera (something I usually only do when I'm feeling energized, joyful and creative). I liked what I saw. It didn't turn my mood around much. I didn't suddenly gush with happiness or feel like I was savoring every moment. But it did change my perspective a little. Instead of seeing unfolded laundry and dirty rugs, I saw them.
I filed away a few memories for when I'm older, when the nostalgia eats away at my stomach and I want to grab my younger self by the shoulders and shake her with a desperate plea to remember it all.
Maybe she did.