this really resonated with me today.
i literally was sitting in the restaurant crying when i read this.
there are so many times when i've thought, 'i can't wait for cash to get a little older so i can have more time to do...whatever.'
so many times when i've sat on the edge of the bathtub crying because i feel like i failed him that day.
so many times that i've gotten angry with him and instantly regretted it.
every decision i make, i question whether or not it's the right one.
whether i'm raising him right or just screwing him up.
parenthood is the strangest journey.
it's never ending, tiring, impossible, thankless.
and yet, at the end of the day, i know when i'm 50 i'll think it's the best journey i ever took.
i just hope that someday cash will hug me and say, 'you did a good job, mom.'