I think I finally understand what some parents mean when they say that you grow up differently once you have kids.

Now that I’ve got seven lives... so many different, special lives in my hands, I can’t not be one.

I think I also finally understand all the tough choices my parents (my mom as a mom and a dad) were forced to make and the mistakes they couldn’t have avoided raising me.

It seems easy in theory but it’s all a lie. I can’t seem to get things right almost always lately—

—and my stubborn goat ass is close to losing it, but I’m learning. Everyday is another chance to learn... mostly on how to let go. https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="😅" title="Lächelndes Gesicht mit offenem Mund und Angstschweiß" aria-label="Emoji: Lächelndes Gesicht mit offenem Mund und Angstschweiß">

But this thread isn’t to complain. It’s mostly to thank my seven kids who (blindly or not https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="🤣" title="Lachend auf dem Boden rollen" aria-label="Emoji: Lachend auf dem Boden rollen">) trusted me with their lives.

The truth is, I’ve got this new chance at life that they’ve all gifted me with too.

*MEANT https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="🥲" title="Smiling face with tear" aria-label="Emoji: Smiling face with tear">