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.
Somedays all I can muster is a photo, so I can go back and revisit the moment at another time.
This was one of those days. They ate that microwave dinner (scarfed it), they played outside (happily) and no one noticed my greasy hair.
They never judged me for any of it, why should I?
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.