She taught me motherhood is precious and not promised. It is strength. It is imperfect. And it’s worth every second.
The pressure I feel to perform better across all aspects of my life is breathtakingly overwhelming.
It’s the final year of decade of parenthood, and I can’t believe we’re there now.
Maybe one day I’ll master the firm and long-lasting “no”, but until then…
So much of parenting is spent intently watching our children as they scream “Watch this, Mom!” before they do whatever thing it is they needed us to watch.