Almost five years into this crazy parenting journey/roller coaster/thing, I’m slowly realizing something that will, I imagine, take me a lifetime to wrap my head around:
I’ll never be good enough as a parent… and that’s okay.
That doesn’t sit well with the “Perfectionist-Never-Say-Never” side of my being. In fact, it straight up mocks that part of me. I hate being told I can’t do things. It stings worst because I love my children and want them to have great parents, to have a great dad, and admitting that I’ll never even be a “good enough” dad doesn’t jive with me.