Don’t give up too quickly: on your children, on yourself, or on those “other moms” who don’t get it, or don’t talk about it.
“Let it be said I did it as well as I could and learned to wring joy out of every day in the midst of the glaring ordinary.”
No matter what we do, we will always know someone who does it bigger or braver. Certainly if we had known it would burn like fire, we would have stepped away from the hellish abyss.
I think of this when the moms-who-are-done-with-the-busy-stage look back and sigh, and say, “I wish I had let the housekeeping go. Just enjoy them…”
I’ve been sharing my words in other ways this month. Here are some sneaky snippets.
He was my first baby – now thirteen months old. His hair was brown, his eyes were striking, his grin was quick. I thought he was perfect.