When my boys look back on their childhood, I want them to remember days filled with music, color, laughter, fun, love, understanding. I want them to have happy memories of happy days. I know they probably won’t even remember anything that we do right now, for they are too young, but I want to make wonderful memories that build on top of more wonderful memories, creating a wall of happiness and joy that sustains them through life. I want them to be well-adjusted, free-spirited, confident boys who grow up knowing that they are important, that they are loved. I don’t want them to ever question who they are. I want them to love life and see the joy in every day.

But… how do I do that? How do we manage that amongst the struggles of daily life, the piles of laundry that never gets folded, bills that need paid, doctors’ visits, stress, arguments, temper tantrums, dirty refrigerators, sibling rivalry, breakfast, bath time, naps, vitamins, broken toilets, cooking and cleaning?

Each day is a journey, and my goal is to give them everything, but the reality is that I often fall short. Every day I’m learning, trying, working harder to get where I want us to be. I’ve recently been reading Pam Leo’s “Connection Parenting” a life-changing book, and in it she talks about the gap between what we learn and what we are capable of doing. We have the awareness, but it takes us time to actually get into the practice. I feel like I am forever living in that gap; I’m forever thinking and learning, and always ahead of me, like a dangling carrot, is this image of what I want for, but I can never seem to get there. The picture changes, more layers are added, pushing it further ahead of me.

Still, this picture, of the future, of my boys grown up, of a home full of love and laughter and life, is what sustains me, is what keeps me focused on trying to be the best I can- more patient, more attached, more connected, more compassionate, more creative, more organized, more open, and more comfortable with who I am and who I want to be.