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?
u/EmilySmith87 — 8 days ago