stop telling moms what we’ll miss later
They tell us the days are long but the years are short, it all flies by, and while they’re probably right, the words don’t land the way they think they do.
They tell us the days are long but the years are short, it all flies by, and while they’re probably right, the words don’t land the way they think they do.
Maybe one day I’ll master the firm and long-lasting “no”, but until then…
My heart breaks as I’m biting my tongue to try to not to rush to F’s defence; letting him cry it out when he’s done wrong and had to be disciplined; watching him try to fix things for himself.