Sometimes, I struggle.
I struggle with wanting to provide fancy, homemade snacks and the simplicity of Goldfish.
I struggle with wanting to make healthy meals and the convenience of drive-thrus on busy nights.
I struggle with having my children help with chores and letting them enjoy a playful childhood.
I struggle with wanting them to be more independent and keeping them this young forever.
I struggle with wanting time to myself and missing them when they’re asleep.
I struggle with wanting to play but not feel like the entertainment committee.
I struggle with wanting them to learn to play independently, but not feel like I’m ignoring them.
I struggle with wanting to give them everything, but not teach them entitlement.
I struggle with wanting my children to see me as an authority, but knowing they can come to me about anything.
I struggle with wanting them to know they mean the world to me, but that the world doesn’t revolve around them.
These struggles aren’t unique to me and I know some may seem extreme.
But the beauty is in the balance and the magic is in the middle.
