I already have a blog entry for today. I put it together bit by bit throughout the week and scheduled it for noon. I’m up partly due to a lifelong battle with insomnia, and partly because of anxiety. All night brain parties FTW! 🤦🏾♀️
Don’t worry, this will be short.
I’m in one of the most wooooooonderful groups on Facebook with a lot of parents who all have similar interests and struggles. Today, we got into a discussion about parenting while dealing with mental illness. So many of us worry that we’ll screw up that which we love the most – our kids. I was trying to be encouraging because I know the struggle is oh so real. I said something without thinking and then realized it was necessary.
The best gift you can give your children is to show them they don’t always have to be perfect to be worthy.
That’s it. Your value does not now and has never come from your ability to be a 1950s tv stereotype. It’s in your love, your kindness, your character, your intention.
So, whoever you are and however imperfect you feel, know that it’s okay. Your Small People are watching you fall and get back up. In letting them see that, you’re giving them permission to do the same.
Wishing you restful sleep, quiet of brain, and joy of laughter.