Goddess on high, Grant me the serenity to hold my rage while they roll their eyes right in front of me like I can’t even see them; the courage to trust in the hours of driver training I paid for and to stop air-braking; and the wisdom to know that all of this is normal and it's not happening in just our home. Living one day at a time; Enjoying the fleeting moments when they want to talk, or cuddle, or actually do something together; Accepting the hardship of watching them flail and fail and figure out their own pathways. Taking this parenting world as it is and not as I had pictured it in my mind; Trusting that we’ve done our best with what we have and know, and that in spite of or because of that, these kids will be all right; That they will be reasonably happy with the life we’ve provided them and supremely happy to know that we are always a safe place to come back to. Forever my babies they will be. Good Enough.
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