Some days,
I feel like the worst mother in the world.
My daughter hits to see what happens,
laughs when she’s told no,
and people think
I let her run wild
like I’ve never said the words
“Keep your hands to yourself.”
I want to tell them—
she is two.
Two,
with feelings bigger than her body,
and no map yet
for what to do with them.
I want to tell them—
I correct her,
I talk to her,
I kneel to her level
and repeat the lesson again and again,
even when it feels like
she’s forgotten everything by morning.
They don’t see
the way she hugs me tight,
or the joy in her voice
when she says “Mama, watch me!”
They don’t see
how much I love her,
how much I worry,
how much I try.
I am not perfect.
But I am soft,
and strong,
and showing up
even on the days I feel like I’m failing.
I can only do so much,
and still,
I do it all with love.
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Diani Alvarenga
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Comments (2)
That's all we can do, Hon. That's all we can do. She'll learn. Those feelings won't always be too big for her to handle
I don't know whether I was good or just lucky with my daughters, and my granddaughter is just the same. Some wonderful thoughts, observations, and advice in your words