A little perspective

Your

“parenting voice”

will one day become

your child’s

“inner voice”

 

It's been quite a couple of weeks. I've taken a few deep breaths and regained my peace of mind.
How can I complain when I know that there is a mother out there{several actually} who has{have} it so much worse than I do.

I have a husband.

He works, so I don't have to.

We can pay our bills.

I have a sturdy, safe, warm/cool roof over our heads.

There is always food on the table...

{and floor and kids}.

My children are strong and healthy and loved.

And I am loved.

There are women out there alone

 and broke

and trying to figure out how to work 2 jobs,

raise the kids

and still don't know where their next meal is coming from.

The fact that we're under self imposed quarantine --- and Lily is now sick with a cold --- and Grace missed her father so badly that I have to listen to "I don't want you! I want my daddy!!!" every hour or so is all part of life. And frankly.....

I have a blessed life!

So, life back into perspective and refocused on this...

Your “parenting voice”
will one day become
your child’s
“inner voice”