Sometimes on days like today when I am ashamed of how I parented my child, I look at old pictures and remember I don't do everything wrong.
My boy asks to play in the waddle, so we do. Not because it's easy for me, but because it's fun for him.
Tender mercies let me realize that I can have a failure of a day. But as long as my successes outnumber the failures, I'm doing okay.
(And when those failure days stretch into 6 days in a row, that's when I know I need a nap)