One and three.
Most of our days are chaos. I referee fights, kiss boo-boos, prepare meals and snacks, and count to three in my head, over and over, grasping for patience through it all. I try to teach lessons along the way, explain how things work, answer questions and reward empathy. I’m thoughtfully surviving– trying to take steps back from the daily grit so I can look at the big picture and make sure I’m not screwing it all up.
I know I’ll look back on these photos, these words, and miss the chaos. I’ll miss this all consuming season of motherhood. But today, I’ll focus on allowing myself grace, acknowledging the magic of it all, accepting the imperfections, and soaking in the love. ❤