When the kids were way smaller. I used to worry a lot, thinking that they needed lots of my time. True. But as they grew bigger, they needed more and more time. And care. Now I realize that you can't stop being a parent, even when they are grown up and have kids on their own.
I will always remember the way they laughed or tried to communicate when they were babies. The way they looked at me, full of trust and love.
I love the way they sighed in their sleep, automatically reached for me when they needed comfort. I love it when they played together in harmony. (These days they often yell and stuff!) But I'm sure, one day, I'll miss the time when they were kids! (They are now 6 and 3... Chika is almost 4.)