u/EmilySmith87

I didn’t expect how much this would change me.

For me, the hardest lesson has been accepting that love doesn’t always look the way I imagined it would… and that progress can be invisible to everyone else but still mean everything.

There are moments I feel strong and proud, and moments I quietly grieve the things I thought parenting would be like.

Both seem to exist at the same time.

I don’t really talk about this much, but I’d honestly like to hear from others who get it,
what’s been the hardest lesson for you?