I said it. The thought that dances through my head and taunts me every day. In sheer frustration, I growled out the sentence: “things were so much easier when you were little”. Instantly, I saw that my sensitive 9-year-old had drawn up his face and began silently sobbing. I crushed him with my words because …
I am sharing this magic mixture with you because I am sure there are other families dealing with the same, or similar, issues. Over the years, I have had multiple moms ask me for the recipe.
Between these two pictures is a small white space. This space represents 18 years. Much went into that small space over the course of almost two decades. There has been good and bad, and so many experiences along the way.
Yes, I want to hear your song, and notice the dog’s funny face, and handle the dinner that is browning too quickly, and give my husband the attention he deserves when he walks in from work. I want to do it all, and make everyone happy, and feel loved by me.