It’s the end of another week alone with this kiddo (and Knightly, but she’s always a perfect angel baby). This week was a lot more difficult than last week. Brayden was redefining the circle of life for me. It has now become me getting onto Brayden for getting into one thing he’s not supposed to, and after we go through that with a billion other things in the HOUR, he circles back to the first one.
But this has happened before. One good day, then a bad one. One good week, then a bad one. And I think that’s just to be expected with anyone, but especially children. But something that HAS changed is me. I’ve stayed more positive. I’ve stayed more consistent. Though there were many days I felt defeated and exhausted at the end, my hope was not shattered for having a good next day. I still prayed over him every night, for the present, for the future (near and far). I went to bed finding comfort that tomorrow was a new day, even after every day was a battle with B. And I still have hope that next week will be better. It’s a comforting peace over me that I’ve never had before, and with it comes an overwhelming confidence in my ability to be a good mother, which I’ve also never had before.
The power of prayer is strong. The impact that new friendships have had on me and my outlook has also been such a blessing. Things are not perfect in my life right now by any means, but I feel happy, hopeful, and at peace, and I really couldn’t ask for more than that.
I hope you all have an amazing weekend!!! 💛