On good days, parenting is one of the most amazing, collaborative, relational, life-transforming acts a person can do.
On bad days, parenting is basically one miserable battle between the parent's sanity and the offspring's self-esteem. Both cannot win. One goes down in defeat while the other rises from the dust and struggle.
Guess which kind of day I'm having? I'll give you a hint: the highlight of my day was listening to the phppt! of the Racer 5 cap as it was released from its bottle.
Oh, I've had the other kind of day, too. Why else would all five of them still be alive?
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