on nights i cannot sleep
the sound of another chance
Dear Myles, on nights I cannot sleep all the ways i’ve fallen short keep me awake i toss i turn i wonder if this bed be my casket this room my mausoleum and before I know it dark gives way to light i hear “daddy” and remember I have one more day to make it right Love, Daddy
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🥹🥹 beautiful (and relatable)
I had a supervisor who would often say about our work with clients if we feel like we messed something up, said the wrong thing, but I think it applies to most relationships, “It’s never too late to go back to that.” I think of this often in parenting.
Me, too. Me, too.
My boys are 32 and 30 now but I'm still excoriating myself for mistakes I made. When I try to apologize for whatever has bubbled up at 3 a.m., invariably the response is A)I don't remember that OR B) Mom, that's why I was able to do _____.
It's useless for anyone to tell me to be tender to myself but I'll offer that to you - please be gentle and kind with yourself.
Sending you love. Sylvia