Moms of all ages, I bow to you in humble admiration. Being a caregiver has wiped the idealist right off of me! I finally have five minutes tonight, and it’s late, and I can’t make any noise. But the silence is literally something I want to wrap in a blanket and store in my hope chest. (Yes, I still have one—but that’s not the point of this post, now, is it?) No bell ringing, no pills to crush—and then, like a mom with her kindergartner now gone or her “baby” off to college, I think how grateful I am to have those sounds still filling my days, and I long for tomorrow morning to hurry and arrive.