There are times in life where you feel completely, totally, wholly incapable of the task at hand. And, in some cases, undeserving of the joy it brings. There are times you feel like you got it handled and others when you feel like a failure.
Welcome to my life. Welcome to parenthood.
This is my annual “Happy Birthday Casey”, a post I write for my daughter every year on her birthday, which is September 2. It’s now September 12th, 10 days after the actual day of her birth.
And I feel like sh*t.
See, this has been a tough year for us; well actually the last several have not been much of a cakewalk, as those of you who follow me know. But truthfully one of my biggest challenges and greatest fears is figuring out how to balance my own career/life rebuild while still providing a stable home environment for my kids.
The last several years have dealt us, like so many others in the country, a sobering dose of reality and I am proud to say, my kids have buckled down and not missed a beat.
Leading the charge (among my kids, anyway) is Casey.
When I look at my oldest child, she literally takes my breath away. She’s smart, poised and beautiful; every single thing I was not at her age.
How do I love thee, child? Let me count the ways.