Am I right?
But as I chase around the pitter-pattering feet of two little girls running on the hardwood floors and glance over at our sweet 3-month old baby kicking her chubby feet on her play mat, I can't help but realize that to all three of my daughters -- in this moment -- I am enough JUST AS I AM.
The world hasn't tainted them with judgments and expectations and pressures.
not saying that's ever happened before...).
They just love.
So innocently. So purely. So genuinely.
And my love? It's somehow enough to move mountains for them. It comforts them. Protects them. And makes the world all better.
Somehow, my imperfect self is more than enough for them.
These Are The Days
Wisdom From My 15-Month Old Daughter
Good For You, Momma