There are days in motherhood when nothing extraordinary happens.

No big milestone.

No birthday.

No first day of school.

No carefully planned family adventure.

Just breakfast dishes in the sink, little shoes scattered near the door, someone asking for another snack, toys covering the floor, and a house that somehow becomes messy again five minutes after you clean it.

Those days can feel completely ordinary.

But lately, I’ve been thinking about how quickly ordinary becomes something we miss.

The little voice calling “Mom.”

The child who still wants to climb into your lap.