06/18/2026
Life lately, April.
I recently had a conversation with a couple at a wedding, they’re expecting their first child at the end of summer and asked me about parenthood. They asked if I had any advice, I think I said something along the lines of try to live in the now because that kid is going to grow up way too fast, cliche but true.
What I didn’t share with them is that having children is the most rewarding but difficult thing I’ve ever done.
Some days feel like drowning. Everything arrives at once and you’re just trying to keep your head above water long enough to make it to tomorrow. Then the house gets quiet and you’re left alone with the guilt of where you fell short, the anxiety of whether you’re doing enough, and the promise that you’ll do better tomorrow.
Sometimes you do.
Sometimes you don’t.
Other days feel like winning the lottery. You look around at the ordinary moments unfolding in front of you and wonder how life could possibly get any better than this. You recognize that one day these little hands won’t reach for yours, and these small voices won’t call from the next room.
Parenthood seems to exist in that tension.
Exhaustion and gratitude.
Overwhelm and joy.
Wanting the day to end while simultaneously wishing you could slow time down.
It’s a balancing act that never quite feels balanced.
Life is short, and the season of watching your babies become little humans is even shorter.
The best I’ve come up with so far is to forgive quickly, stay present when you can and hold on tightly to the right now.
Because before long, it becomes the thing you miss the most.
