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It鈥檚 3:30 a.m. and I hear her cry break the nighttime silence.

She just ate an hour ago. How can she be hungry again?

I sit up, reach over to her bassinet, pick her up and start 鈥渟hushing.鈥� I give her a pacifier and she drifts back to sleep in my arms.

I鈥檓 exhausted. I haven鈥檛 had uninterrupted sleep in more than two months.

I say I need a break, that I need rest. But the moment I have a second to myself, I miss her and her two-year-old sister who often wakes during the night, too.

I鈥檓 stretched thin being a working mother of two.

But, in this middle-of-the-night moment, she needs me. She was part of me for nine months and being close is what she鈥檚 used to.

And when her tiny hand wraps around my finger, I forget the piles of laundry and the dirty dishes, the deadlines and headlines.

One day, our girls won鈥檛 be so tiny and need us in the middle of the night.

So this Thanksgiving, I鈥檓 thankful for motherhood: The restless nights that lead to early mornings and more time with my babies. The growth spurts and endless cluster feedings that mean we have a healthy baby. A crying baby in the newsroom but the opportunity to bring her to work.

I鈥檓 thankful that motherhood has taught me to slow down. Enjoy every moment.

The laundry will be there. But they won鈥檛 always be this small.

Happy Thanksgiving. May this be your reminder to hit the brakes and cherish the moment.