I know that there is no such thing as a perfect parent. And yet. And yet, I seem to always expect it of myself and beat myself up relentlessly over it whenever I am anything less than, well, perfect.
I recently asked a kiddo I was working with if he could have any wish for himself, what would it be? His response? “For dad to love me.” Very powerful. If I were to approach his dad, he would likely be surprised and say something like, “Of course I love him! I tell him that I love him all the time!” I know this is true, but somewhere, there is a disconnect.
A few nights ago, my 3-year-old daughter said, “Mommy, you know my best present for Christmas? Being with you.” A few nights before that, my 7-year-old daughter grabbed me, gave me a hug and said, “I love you;” something she never does. It has been a peaceful, happy, relaxed household the past couple of weeks. Minor conflicts but lots of cuddles, laughter and overall love. An overall shift in our way of being as a whole.
If you concentrate on finding whatever is good in every situation, you will discover that your life will suddenly be filled with gratitude.
~ Rabbiharo LD Kushner