On many occasion in my parenting groups, mamas who are having a hard time get given the advice: go and look at your sleeping baby. Because all the bullshit falls away when we’re gazing at the relaxed faces of our angelic, sleeping, children. Somewhere in the creation of rules of humanity, there was this one: let parents re-up on oxytocin by making their children’s sleeping faces irresistible.
Yesterday was a shit day. the shit started with me taking a wrong turn and adding an extra hour to a 6hr journey, and ended with my son having something like an anxiety attack at 8:30 at night and needing me to comfort him when my tank was empty. Poor thing.
But, this morning I find these photos on my laptop and I think, let’s find this fabulousness in our day and start again.