Few things bring anxiety like sitting down to Google “preschool crafts”. Really, I love creativity. I love artistic expression. But my brain just isn’t wired to seek out toddler activities when mental space opens.
Which leads me to consider advice I gained from a mommy mentor of mine just last year. I had recently shared my personal struggle in falling short of my own dreams for mothering two small children.
“Don’t beat yourself up. There are preschool moms and there are teenager moms.”
The relief, I must admit, was instant. But lately, that very idea has come to haunt me.
Am I okay with being one or the other?