maternal overdrive

Can I tell you, dear readers that I am more in love with my babies every day. I love to kiss their little noggins every time I pick them up (from the floor, from the car seat, from their bed, from day care) And it doesn't usually bother me to have baby spit up all over my shirt (however for some odd reason I don't like to sit on it or wear bottoms that have been spit up upon)

It also helps that they are at the smiley stage when they recognize certain familiar faces with smiles, coos and gurgles. G-d knew what he was doing when he made babies especially cute because after hours of contending with a colicy, gassy baby (and in my case, it is usually one at a time) there is always the reward of a cooing smiling helpless little being who you know will never remember any of this down the line.

Recently, one of my co-workers was telling me how his wife would frequently remind their children of the timeless hours she spent rocking the night away with them, To me that seems like part and parcel of the job of being a parent and not something that you should have to remind your children of the time that you sacrificed for them (or anything else you sacrificed for them-can anyone remind me what a vacation is?), Could it be a different cultural point of view or is it just my maternal hormones on overdrive that are talking?