There are days where I feel like I'm STILL not getting the hang of this whole parenting thing, almost 4 years in. There are days where mommy guilt takes over & I feel like all I did was scold and yell. There are days where I feel like my patience & ear drums are going to spontaneously combust together. There have even been days where all 3 of us are crying.
But you see that girl in the middle? She told the cashier at Target her dog might be called a yellow lab, "but it's not the type of yellow you're thinking of. More of a peach, I'd say." She also told me to drive safely to work yesterday because "you're very special to me, sweetheart."
The one on the left? Counted to ten this past weekend. Then proceeded to say "I did it!" and clap. She still nuzzles herself into my collarbone to snuggle. Ran to her sister when she fell and helped her up asking "okeeey, sissy?"
Those are the days where I feel like I did something right. Something deserving enough to have these girls call me Momma. Those are the days that make me think I can take off my parenthood training wheels & not fall into a rose bush and get all scraped up.
Then the next day happens & I'm haunted by my mom's voice saying "one day....you'll have children...."