Parenting often leaves me speechless. In awe. Embarassed. Drained. Happy. Weakened.
Laid bare for the world to see my flaws and strengths because those are often so strongly reflected in my kids that I cannot hide any more.
My heart will hurt. My nerves itch. My anger will rage.
I love my kids. Even when they say mean things and I am appalled. I love them beyond words, even if the older one is putting me through my paces already, at four.