Motherhood is a beautiful thing, but it isn’t always pretty. And fatherhood isn’t usually very pretty at all, but that’s a topic for another time. A lot of the time my day consists of lots of little corrections. “Don’t say this, Don’t do that, keep your hands to yourself” on and on and on. Wash, rinse, repeat. A lot of my nights are spent replaying the day in my head “Did I yell too much, Did I play too little, Am I doing enough, Am I enough”. But I guess that’s the beautiful part. The part where you get to shape these little humans. You get to teach them how much they’re loved. And when you screw it up, they forgive you and you start a new day. And when I remember what my Mom taught me, I remember that I am loved and I am enough.
This is my family.