An Ode to Imperfect Parenting.
This is beautiful Joy. And deep. This especially resonated, even though there are about a dozen passages that could be essays in themselves:
“What matters most is not that I always get it right. What matters is what I do when I don’t. Because I can’t always get it right.”
This is beautiful Joy. And deep. This especially resonated, even though there are about a dozen passages that could be essays in themselves:
“What matters most is not that I always get it right. What matters is what I do when I don’t. Because I can’t always get it right.”