Sometimes I just can’t help but wonder if I’m doing everything right.
I know that I’m obsessed with schedules, the volume she drinks, the amount she eats. And when one day varies from the norm, I’m sent down a slippery bad-thought spiral of “Am I doing something wrong?”
I think sometimes I forget she’s human, too. She has days when she gets up on the wrong side of the bed, sometimes she’s just not that hungry, or maybe she’s too preoccupied to sleep well. She’s human, Jody. A tiny, tiny human.
She doesn’t ever have to be ‘perfect’. Because you know, to you, she already is.