I remember days feeling like I didn’t sign up for this. Days thinking we must have made some wrong turn. Days wondering how long this would last and if we could make it out and make things better.

I think sometimes we get so wrapped up in what we think we know will happen, that we forget to find hope in the things that could be.

The truth is, there’s always something to be grateful for, something that is a gift, something that is more than we deserve.

And that’s just it. Parenting doesn’t always go the way we think it’s going to go. Like usually ever.

For every little tee-tiny, otherwise unnoticeable thing I do, it’s like a special little gift I am giving without anyone even knowing.

And that is what I have to say to each and every one of you taking time out of your crazy busy life to read this here and now…it’s ok. Whatever it is, wherever you are, whatever you did or did not do today…it’s ok.

It is when I become happy with who I am and what I am doing that I can open the door to doing anything else.

So for now, I am writing and posting and hoping and praying and holding fast to a vision where I can continue to share and connect with other people.

I sometimes wish they would put on a princess fashion show just one more time, or they would draw pictures and make messes with their paints just one more time.

The truth is, it’s those yucky, sucky, nose-goes moments that show you what true love really is.

The first lesson learned here is things never go as expected. The second lesson is don’t stick your fingers in between the open oven door and the oven, even if all you want to do is clean out those pesky crumbs.

I am learning that one of, if not the most, powerful voices in my ear is most often ME.

But in all honesty, I can handle these questions, no problem. There is only one—one question—that is like the mother of all questions. The one that I just never want to hear and that I really never know what to do with.

“What’s for dinner?”

So here it is…I cuss like a sailor (no offense to actual sailors). Ok, not me. Like not the me that most people know. No, it’s my inside voice that talks that way. Not like the “you’re in the library so use your ‘inside voice’” voice…it’s the voice that is just in my head. And boy, does she have a potty mouth!

The truth is, if I had to do it all over again, there is only one thing I would change…me. I would have allowed myself to let go a little, ask for help, and to not worry so much