I think we all have lots of things that we swore a long time ago we would never do when we became parents. You know, back in that other galaxy far, far away. Back then we knew we would be perfect parents. The only problem was that once the kids arrived, reality set in.
Parenting is hard AF.
“Believe I can.”
The shirt says it all.
From the very beginning, I have always believed in my daughter. Believed in her ability to beat the odds. Believed in her strength and persistence. Believed in all the things that she has and will accomplish.
My daughter may have special needs, but she certainly “can”.
I have an amazing job. I love it, and I am so grateful for it. But I have to be honest – it’s freaking exhausting.
I am up before dawn every day (including weekends) to get started on my work. I am often up late as well, making sure loose ends are tied up and things are ready for the next day.
I am on call 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. I don’t get holidays off, and forget about sick days! I am expected to show up no matter how I am feeling. I knew this expectation when I accepted this position, but it’s still tough.
We do a lot of things for our children.
We drive them to sports and activities.
We sign them up for dance classes and music lessons.
We coordinate play dates with their friends.
We practice sight words and math problems, and make science fair displays with them.
We plan walks and bike rides and arts and crafts projects.
But sometimes, at the end of a long day, the best thing we can do is to be the soft place for them to fall.
This Valentine’s Day I may have lunches to pack instead of chocolate to eat,
I may be gifted messes instead of flowers,
I may be wiping away boogies instead of putting on makeup,
I may be dining on boxed mac and cheese instead of a restaurant meal,
I may have bedtime duty instead of a date night,
But my heart is full of gratitude because I am a mom to some special little valentines.