Life with young children is like an oil spill. Its rainbow edges getting all over everything it touches. Impossible to keep from seeping into every part of your existence. I think it’s the phase where you feel every emotion the most extreme. Joy, exhaustion, love, frustration all at max capacities. It’s the only phase of life I’ve ever felt was forever and one second simultaneously. I wonder if God makes these phases short to challenge us to get it right faster or to learn to squeeze the goodness out more aggressively. I know I’ll miss these days, when waking up from sleeping 4 hours feels like a resurrection. When I can sit and actually listen to a full homily during mass. When my house is so loud it feels like I need to be wearing those head phones you buy at monster truck rally’s. Where I’m the sole sustaining source of life for a baby. I’m so desperate to get it right while I’m still in it. But I think the most important way to get it right, for me at least, is to move forward with fresh energy and grace when I get it wrong. Cut the guilt that’s attached to me like a string and let it fly. I’ve always believed that how we live determines our lives. It’s why I’ve always been so obsessed with getting living fully right. I also believe that how we parent determines our children, at least parts of them. And I feel one of the most important parts of parenting is being present and slowing down. And dang it is that the one I struggle with the most. I want to move fast and do more and live big, so my children are my 3 tiny anchors. I named my daughter after a day that represents rest. To remind me of it. To anoint her with it. To force it into a family that seems to struggle with it. And she’s helping with that. A Sunday reminder to myself on a Sunday...when I’m supposed to be resting 🤣🤍. What’s the thing you’re trying to get right as a parent? Photo by: @lauramollphoto