I just had one of the best moments a mother can have. I put baby Graham down for a nap, and had a few quiet moments with Parker. We were out late last night and I could tell Parker was sleepier than usual. I took advantage of this rare and unusual situation, that is, Parker lacking the energy of an atom bomb. I asked him if I could rock him a little while. He said, "Sure." Normally, he'll let me hold him for a few seconds before his innate itch to constantly move kicks in. Not today. He faced me, laid his head on my chest, and didn't move. We rocked for at least 10 minutes as I sang to him and thought about how I can't believe my first baby is almost 3 years old. It seems like just yesterday I was sitting in this same glider wishing so badly that I could finally hold him. Some days in my business with Graham, I forget to hold the baby who first made me a mother.