At the End of the Day

I’m not the perfect parent. But at the end of the day, I feel like an amazing mom.

My kids make me proud, and I know they are young, and I may sometimes wear “mom goggles”, but they truly are amazing kids. It’s fascinating to watch their personalities emerge and grow into beings, it tingles my heart when they call me, and it warms my core each time they just want my embrace.

Having a 1 and 3 year old is not easy times. I deal with tantrums and chasing them for baths or nap times constantly. Oh…bedtime can be the worst. Sometimes I am exhausted and spent by bedtime that I actually pray they go to bed with no fuss that night. Seems silly, but in that moment I feel just desperate.

But then they close their sleepy eyes, they sleep with all the day’s excitement and play behind them, and they both love cuddles. As I kiss each in their sleep, I fall more in love with them.

At the end of the day, love for our kids outweighs all the stresses and tiredness it takes to raise a family.

At the end of the day, they don’t care if we got that promotion, or if we made the best lasagna, or if we got that house, or even if we didn’t feel well enough to go to the park. Their only concern is feeling loved and happy and safe.

We do that moms and dads.

At the end of the day, that is all that matters.