It is beautifully relentless.
It is frustratingly relentless.
It is happily relentless.
It is painfully relentless.
It is just relentless.
The same fights, the same chores, the same fun, the same games. Those moments that you want to last forever, and the ones that you want to pack a bag and run away from it all. I have spent so many moments in the past few years wanting to run away from it all.
But I know those days will pass all too quickly. We are a third of the way through Gwen's childhood. Before I know it she will be off to college, or traveling the world, and the relentless chase will be... well, not "over," but maybe not so relentless.
So one day at a time.
And hear this, Mama. I see you.
In the store when your baby is having a meltdown. When you're at the end of your rope. When you are having a second to yourself. When you are having the best time with your little love. I see you.
And I send you all my love, because I get it.
"When my children remember their childhood, I want only for them to remember that their mother gave it her all. She worried too much, she failed at times, and she did not always get it right.. but she tried her hardest to teach them about kindness, love, compassion, and honesty. Even if she had to learn from her own mistakes, she loved them enough to keep going, even when things seemed hopeless, even with life knocked her down. I want them to remember me as the woman who always got back up."