She’s watching her sister.

And her sister is watching me.

And her brother, he’s watching their dad.

And for these reasons,

he and I have got to get it right.

But right we won’t get it.

And not horribly wrong either, God-willing.

But,

hopefully,

we will be good human-rasiers.

And, well, just good humans.

That’s the goal.

But what a feat that feels like each day.

To rise with the sun,

be light to those around us,

be light in our hearts,

and to not let any of the day’s nonsense dim the spotlight that highlights what truly matters and lights us up

—— love and family.

So tonight I lay here thinking,

what an accomplishment it is

to get to the end of any day,

and get to tuck into bed

not one or two, but three

tiny
hella’ mighty,
beautiful-beyond-belief souls.

They’re watching us.

And what I want mine to see,

beyond all the ways in which their dad and I are imperfect,

is how we are always there.

There’s certainty in our “showing up”

and that’s the only “glow up”

my (or any) kids need.

Here’s hoping you remember not to hang your head about anything you coulda/shoulda/woulda done better this day, but rather proudly hang your hat on the fact that you did your very best and that you do every day.