Being a parent is tough business. Duh.
I don’t feel like I’m half the parent mine were. Somehow I feel like I get more easily frustrated. Like I grow weary more easily. Like it’s harder. Somehow they made it look easier.
As a parent (or maybe me) it’s something I work hard to fight constantly. Hard to balance not letting things slide but letting the right things slide. Not letting buttons get pressed and letting things roll off your back no matter how annoying because they’re just being kids.
Sometimes the day is beating you down and you feel like you’re just not doing it right.
And then at the end of the day you’re bathing the little one when she turns to you out of the blue and says, “You’re the best mom. You make me happy. I love you.”
And you melt because she’s never said anything like that. No matter what happened that evening or that day or yesterday or ever mattered because she still loves you.
Mornings are hectic and days are fraught with guilt for rushing them out the door and sad faces from stressing everyone out. But pick ups are always filled with happy faces and love. And knowing I’m still they’re best.
That’s some serious love. Must be doing something right.