When there is just one, it is pretty easy.
I'm not saying that I didn't have my struggles when all I wrangled was Ella.
But, when I just had one- I thought I knew it all.
I was quick to mentally correct the other mothers I would see "doing it all wrong."
As my family grows, I find more and more that mothering perfectly isn't attainable.
That my previous judgements of others were unwarranted.
They really are different- kids.
Methods have to change from child to child.
That means that there is a considerable amount of trial and error that takes place with the addition of each little one.
It has been a blessing to discover not one mother- not one- has it all figured out.
It is such a relief to know that I don't have to be perfect.
I get up and breath in each new morning and strive for simplicty and sweetness.
Little moments that help me make it to the next moment, to the next, to the next.
The best part is that there is perfection woven in amongst all the error.
Sometimes the perfection is now... sometimes it's in the next moment.
Either way, I just have to be patient and wait for it to come.