Parenting has a way of knocking the wind out of you.
The exhaustion can be too much at times. It does not just take down one, it takes us all down.
It is not forever, but it sure can feel like it.
However, the wind returns. Our lungs expand again. We exhale.
Though trials of tantrums, autism spectrum disorder, and boys that seem to argue more than they get along make me feel like I want to shut down, I stand firm. I refuse to shut down. I am not a shut down kind of girl.
Instead, I fuel myself with what I can. It may not be much, but I absorb it and let it carry me through the rough patches of this parenting journey.
Behold my fuel.
80 degree weather and a make-do pool complete with a diving board...
Painting in swim trunks...
A boy who could teach his mama a thing or two about kicking back.
Random Legos on my counter. I will miss these one day...
Wishing you a week full of fuel, friends.