So often I expect perfection from myself in motherhood, at least somewhere in the back of my mind I do.
I'm on a hamster wheel to nowhere when I do that. I'm pulling the wheel under and over me and back around again with thoughts of perfect meals and a perfect education and perfect faith and a perfect home.
Those thoughts are slowing these days, I'm sooooo grateful for that.
Last night Miles rode his small blue bike while I jog/walked next to him and he said it would be a really good day if we could spend it that way, all day. He was riding along and thinking he was having the best time of his life and he wanted it to go on and on like a hamster wheel.
That's all he wanted, just a little adventure on a little bike, with me.
He's right, ya know. Keeping it simple is the key to so many things.