We are busy. We are still trying to make it in our careers. We’re trying to measure up to some impossible standard from our parents. We know we’re capable of more. We see that people around us are doing better.

It’s hard being a person. It’s insecure. It’s lonely.

And then our kids run to see us at the pickup line at school. Or they fall asleep on us in a chair at the airport. Or call to say hi from college.

“The only time I’ve ever felt sated and thought, ‘This was enough,’ are the moments with my boys,” Scott Galloway recently said (listen to his episode on the Daily Stoic pod—it’s great.). “Let’s be honest, kids can be awful. It’s a lot of stress, but last night I’m watching the Liverpool-Man City game and my kids, 17 and 14, came in and threw their legs over mine, and the dogs came in, and I’m like, “Okay, this is enough. I can’t imagine anything more than this.”

These are the moments we have to hold onto—the ones we have to carry with us for all the times when it feels like we’re falling short, when life feels overwhelming, or when we’re caught in the endless grind of trying to do and be more. Because these fleeting, imperfect, beautiful moments remind us of all that we already have.