Let’s not pretend it’s all sunshine and matching outfits. There are mornings where getting her hair brushed feels like negotiating a peace treaty. There are evenings where the tantrum over the wrong color cup leaves us both in tears. I lose my patience. I feel guilty. I wonder if I am doing any of this right.
But right now? Right now, I am her whole world. And she is mine. mom little girl
One day, she won’t want to hold my hand in the school drop-off line. One day, she will roll her eyes when I sing along to the radio. One day, her secrets will be for her friends, not for me. Let’s not pretend it’s all sunshine and matching outfits
And I realize: She doesn’t need a perfect mother. She just needs me . I lose my patience