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.
I felt certain I’d have done anything to make time move faster.
There’s nothing I wouldn’t give to slow time down, now.
Bag by bag, item by item, I took more than half of the toys in my son’s room into the hallway before loading them in my car and donating them to a local centre.