Motherhood makes you weird.
I spend most of my days wishing my kids were bigger so they can be less needy.
But some nights I cry in secret knowing that I only have so much time to soak up their littleness.
All I really want is to hear them laugh and see the look on their faces when I tell them how proud I am of them.
I want to stop worrying about the “right way” of disciplining them or the “right type of food” to feed them, or getting them “school-ready.” What even is that?
I hate yelling at them. I hate forcing them to do things they don’t want to do. I just want to let them be.
Why does it have to be so complicated?
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