How is it that you can go from the top of the mountain to the ground floor of the valley in such a short period of time?
Such is the case in my motherhood experience.
One day I'm surprising my daughter with a getaway to a theme park – just us girls.
The next day (literally) report cards come home and my daughter has a terrible grade in science, and it was somewhat of a blindsided surprise.
And I feel like I've failed her.
One day I'm really making connections with her.
The next we don't even want to be in the same room.
And I feel like a failure.
Not every day is roses and rainbows.
But there's never been a day when I wished she wasn't mine.
Many, many days are tough on the psyche, ego, stamina, and heart.
But I've never regretted our decision to adopt.
Some days I just need affirmation that my daughter will look back on her life and know she was supported and loved.
I need to know she is maturing into a confident young lady who respects herself, respects her parents, and honors the Lord.
And, most days, I just need a hug and a little more sleep.
Tomorrow, I'll get up and do it all again with a little less attitude, a lot more hope — a little less undereye puffiness, a lot more determination — a little less failure, and a lot more reasons not to fail her.