As a parent, we’ve all felt inadequate at some point in time. We muddle along in a half daze improvising and making due with what we know and have learned along the way. Sometimes it feels as if we are making a bigger mess of things because there is no prescribed way of parenting to…
I have a love-hate relationship with the school year. I love the daily rhythm, structure, and deadlines it brings and hate the busy-ness, struggles with homework, and gross school lunches Elle insists on eating. But summer… My relationship status with summer is best described as “it’s complicated.”
Even when I was up to my elbows in diapers, laundry, and crying babies, I knew time was precious and I needed to treasure each moment.
At times I think my kids thought I was the meanest mom in the world, and I guess I am okay with that. They know I love them no matter what, but they also know that I want them to be the best they can be.
Being a parent is just plain hard. There is no other way to say it. We love these little people with whom we are entrusted with all of our heart. Through them we can feel the most rewarding joy and the most wretched pain.