Some days the most I can muster is a microwave dinner and a shrill command to play outside. Somedays all I can muster is a shower. Somedays all I can muster is being there, quiet, watching them play without intervention, without judgement.
I’m going to click “publish” on this post wondering if I’ve written enough. If it’s good enough. If people will be upset that I didn’t do more. Then I’m going to let that go. This was all I could muster today.
And it was awesome.