Thank goodness in the middle of all my striving and treading and spluttering and drowning, I realized we are not meant to live this life on our own.
I know more than you think I do when you come in my office with tears in your eyes to tell me you don't feel well.
I'm pretty sure no mom ever had Teenager Fever...
Maybe if I’m just more prepared. Maybe if I start a little earlier. Maybe if I plan just the right back-to-school breakfast and after school snack. Maybe it won’t be a total shitshow.
Our happily ever after is far from fancy and not even close to glamorous...
I won't be handing out advice (mostly because I have none to give) but I hope to give you permission.
Please God, help me be a patient mom.