Yesterday, I failed as a parent. Not a fail, full stop, but many mini-failures
to be exact.
In fact, every day for the
past nine and a half years, since my oldest child was born, I have felt at some
point during the day, like a failure.
And the worst kind.
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If I had to choose one thing to succeed at, the most
important thing to do right in my life, it would be this parenting thing.
So you might think that that's left me feeling
pretty bad about my string of parenting fails. But that, my friend, is not the case.
