I’ve come to the point as a parent where I realize we are all just winging it. Just doing our best with whatever tools we’ve been given, whatever world we’ve experienced. So much responsibility and ultimately so little control. I can only do my best and do it with joy so my people can do the same.
There’s a whole lotta “if’s” and “might’s” to be okay with in cultivating kids. Growing like little sprouts. Rains settling their roots into the Earth as their leaves reach towards the sun. I can’t make it rain or make the sun shine. But I can drink deeply when the rains do come and bask in the rays when the sun does shine. And from there just have faith in my little sprouts that they will find their way as I continue to find my own. I wonder, what will water their roots deeply and what great light will they grow towards?