08/21/2026
Life lately, June.
Guilt.
I feel it at the end of the day sometimes.
Most days feel like trying to give parenthood, life and business a little bit of me all at the same time, and somehow never feeling like I gave enough to any of them.
A balancing act that is rarely balanced.
When will it get easier? When will my days feel organized and divided neatly into their own little sections?
Questions I ask myself while my children’s childhood slips away from me, right in front of my face.
Isn’t this the whole point?
Didn’t you dream of days filled with coloring pages and living room furniture strewn with trains and railroad tracks?
Petting zoos and merry-go-rounds?
Small hands, big messes and endless questions?
I have to remind myself not to wish away what I once longed for.
Work will always be there, but my children will need me a little less each day. One day I’m going to wake up to uninterrupted quiet, spotless floors and all the time I longed for during this season.
I have a feeling I’ll miss the noise.
Maybe balance isn’t the point right now.
Maybe it’s letting life be lopsided so that my children can have all of me before I have none of them.
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Lessons I am trying to learn.
