Lying here in the dark with you. Your breathing is slowing and your body relaxing as you slip into a deep sleep. You screamed all day. Your sister threw a dozen tantrums. And I spent the day counting down the minutes, looking for distractions to keep you both preoccupied until bedtime. Your sister recounts all the fun things we did today but I just remember the stress. The anxiety. Wishing away the moments. Hoping to make it to the end of the day without losing my temper one more time. “Did I really just flip out over something so small?” This thought passed through my head numerous times. Everyone says that I’ll miss these days when you’re grown, and I believe them. So I’ll just lie here a little while longer, listening to you breathe.