I’m sitting here watching my boys slurp Cheerios and milk and overwhelmed with gratitude. I adore them. They mean everything to me.
I did not know parenting would be so hard and so all consuming. My parents did an exceptional job of not transferring their stress and worry onto my brothers and me and I’m only realizing now what a monumental feat that was.
I worry. I stress. I lose my cool. But I also learn and grow and evolve daily to become the parent I want to be. I am proud of that. And proud that I will never give up striving to be better and most importantly I will never give up on them.
When I think of my parents and their love the word “always” comes to mind. It will never end. And I tell Lou that my love for him and Juje is always too.
I’ve been low lately. But I’m letting the good in my life fill me up instead. And these boys are so much good.
Slurp.
