As a parent I tend to get so rigid, stiff, & stuffy, that I forget the importance of saying yes to the things that may cause me discomfort and or more “work” on my end.
A lot of the times I operate out of this “me” mode on autopilot and forget I’m even doing it, but that’s not healthy. I’m trying hard to remember that the day is theirs too (if not more!). Looking back on memories like this makes me sad and happy. Sad, thinking about the moments I missed because of my own agenda, but happy that my agenda doesn’t always win.
This is my own personal reminder to give in a little more, and to be a little more free each day to enter their world, because someday their world will no longer intersect so much with mine 😭 and I KNOW I will miss it.
All the bits, pieces & splashes of it. 💕