Sometimes the best thing that can happen to my week is Monday.
"Good-bye, my dears. Have a good day at school...."
"Welcome toddlers- you who (usually) listen to me, rarely sneer, and whose needs seem so basic- so attainable."
Parenting rips my heart out sometimes.
I feel unqualified.
Angry and sad.
These are really decent kids that I'm referring to. I've had it really good.
But they have direct access to my heart and all my triggers.
They yank and pull.
I'm left wondering what a truly great parental figure would do in each of my circumstances. I'm left wishing I didn't feel overwhelmed. Wishing I had at least half of the answers.
I know that this will pass and I'll be equally overwhelmed at my good fortune. My kids are so entwined in everything that matters that it's just logical that at times it just plain hurts.