Motherhood is filled with highs and lows. I can be so full of grace and patience in one instance, only to lose my cool moments later over a minor offense. I can be patting myself on the back for the delicious and nutritious meal I prepared for my kids, only to come out of the kitchen and fuss at them with a little too much gusto for jumping on the couch.
If I’ve learned anything over the last six years as a mother, it’s this: Motherhood is about taking time to stop and savor the highs, but it’s also about giving yourself grace when you hit a low.
Yesterday, I stooped to a mommy low to get Aston’s antibiotics in him. The doctor prescribed two doses a day for five days, in hopes of ridding him of his severe ear infection. He’s always been a champion medicine taker, so that sounded easy enough.
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