The Best Season Yet

This is the best season of parent hood yet

But the hardest

You read that right.

Half the time it’s a war

You feel like you are tiptoeing carefully trying to avoid the next bomb that will set off a 20 minute tantrum.

You reason, embrace, beg, barter, and sometimes scream or cry right back, desperately trying to get back to reality.

And then they do something for the very first time

And you watch them grow in pride as they recognize it too

You see excitement over the smallest things, a new toothbrush, a muffin, the old snow globe you don’t remember the last time you pulled out of the Christmas decor.

And the memories of the storm melt away until the next wave crashes tossing you under the water.

I have hit the stage where I realized I’m learning too. I’m doing all this for the first time, figuring it out, and she is too.

I don’t know if I’m going to wake up one day and realize my favorite stage has come and gone, but part of me thinks each next will be the favorite.

Because each year that she grows older, I get to know more of her, and I can’t imagine ever growing tired of that.

Which ever stage of parenthood you are in, remember that none of us know what we are doing, all of us are just figuring it out and it’s okay to love a stage and find it incredibly challenging all at the same time.

P.S I chose this picture because it was one I took while she was running around in boots she put on for the very first time herself and I wanted to remember this moment

Two minutes later was the meltdown because said boots could not be worn to bed