Right now, all I know is I am overwhelmed and tired. Emotionally tired.
it takes so much to raise this strong-willed, sneaky, smily little person. Patience, which I too often lack of for my liking. Persistence to make clear I am a person too.
I am in need of some grace for all of us and I am lost.
Where do you find grace?
I obsess about the things I do wrong, my own temper tantrums and melt-downs.
It's confusing to feel frustrated but at the very same time so much full of love.
Little D started to test where my boundaries are. Where my body ends and his begins. Where his freedom ends and mine begins. It's a draining task of motherhood.
Many times a day he crosses the border of my own freedom. Hitting, biting out of frustration because he can't yet articulate himself as much as he'd like. It's like on some days he forgot how to speak.
Some days I am a mess and I am trying not to be. Yet it is what it is.
you beautifully ugly beast, you.