I was having one of those “teaching moments” with William yesterday after he got upset and was telling me he wished he was a grown up because being one is so much easier than being a little kid. Boy, did I have a laugh to myself. This was all over putting some toys away. Rough life. I told Will that being a grown up comes with TONS of responsibility, and sometimes stress, and to try not to rush through life. It is crazy how quickly time passes. We went on to have a pretty deep conversation about life and I couldn’t help but be moved by the realization that my little man thinks I am pretty fucking strong. Lately, life has been intense to say the least and I often worried I was damaging my children because I wasn’t strong enough. I didn’t want them to see me fall apart, or sense my angst during a challenging time, but as it turns out, I am strong. Stronger than I realized.
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