I have had days when my husband is away and I’ve gotten everything done fairly flawlessly, including getting the kiddo fed, played with and in bed without many antics.
Today was not one of those days.
95% of it went well. The 5% that didn’t, though, makes me feel like the worst mom in the world.
You know, there’s a huge responsibility in parenting. There is nature, yes, but there is most definitely nurture. When I have days like today, that scares me a bit. To be a part of shaping his future self can be exciting at times, but I honestly shrink from it too. What if I screw him up? What if he goes through therapy some day and the fingers all point back at me? What if he turns away from me at some point, never to turn back?