For me, my fondest memories as a mom are the earlier years. My thoughts always go back to both of my son's " firsts ".
Playing Nerf baseball in the familyroom when the bat was almost taller than they were.
Velcro mits and their first Tiny Tyke Tee sitting under the Christmas tree.
Snow covered the ground outside, but inside it was the World Series in our home, with books for bases, lots of clapping, and little hand high fives.