My son is the blessing

i had this thought that I am paying for my mistakes with my son.  I have this thought when I am really fustrated, tired, sleepless, and he keeps crying and i don't know what to do aka overwelmed.

But this is a lie! my son is the blessing. he is the answer to the instability in my life (previously). he is forcing me to be more stable and he is a stakeholder in my life. Life is no longer about me.  And I like that I have someone to answer to (God) but also someone that my life affects (my son).   It leads to me making better decisions.

It's 11:20pm. I've been tired since my son went to sleep at 9pm.

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