We are further along in our parenting journey, but it still has its hard days. I still blow it.
I blew it.
Again.
Every day I wake up and tell myself to make the most of the day. To be patient. To be understanding. To be the parent our boys deserve.
Some days I hit a home run. I engage, create, play, listen, comfort, and console. Those days I tuck them in at night and feel content and hopeful. Hopeful that I’m doing this whole parenting thing right. Hopeful that this day’s good will spill over into the next one, and the next, and maybe even the day after that.
But the next day there are shortened tempers, tattling, demands for favourite pants that are still wet from the washing machine. But I cling to the good from yesterday and dig in deeper to make it return. But this day there are battles over diggers, refusals to put on socks, back talk over packing vegetables in their lunches.
There’s still…
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