You took a picture today, and it still wasn't Pinterest worthy. It didn't have the chalk board or anything else that the other moms so beautifully have, but you know now that none of that matters.
What matters is that you were there. You soaked it in. Your child went off to school knowing he was loved and that he would find a quickly scribbled but meaningful little note in his lunch box. You're doing okay, and you'll be just fine.
I hated going to work. Loathed. I was miserable. Everyone told me over and over, “Working is just a part of life, you have to get used to it.” But they weren’t getting it. This couldn’t possibly be my life for the next 40+ years. I was unsettled.
I was confused, and I felt guilty.
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