Some days I show my strength by lugging the kids AND the groceries up the steps. Some days I show it by kicking ass at the gym, before kicking ass at work. And some days (aka most days), I show it by just getting out of bed and dealing with all the things, all the time.
There's a fine line when it comes to raising a daughter. We want our little girls to be kind, but we also want them to know that they can throat-punch someone if they need to.
Take a deeeeep breath. It's all gonna be ok. Probably.
We're all just out here doing our best. You're giving it everything you've got, you're a damn good mom, and don't let anybody make you doubt that. Ever.
Need a journal? A place to keep lists full of things you probably (definitely) won't have time to do? Something to doodle in during meetings to pretend you're taking notes? You've come to the write place.