Permission to be Human: A Message for Parents and Caregivers
4:30 am. Jolted awake. Shoot, swim lesson signup closes tomorrow. We should have gotten on that by now. He should probably be swimming at his age. I really should have done that six months ago, but I think the QR code is in the stack of papers that I moved yesterday. The house is a mess. Gosh, why was yesterday so hard? Aren’t tantrums supposed to fade by now? I can’t believe that I yelled at him. Why did I lose it over them making that mess? Why did I freak out when I lost control? I can’t believe I said that thing my mom used to say to me. Are they going to remember that forever? This doesn’t seem to be so hard for other parents. What if I’m failing them? I’m a terrible mom.









