Tucking Jameson in I run my hand through his long brown hair. His PJ shirt says:
“mom thinks I rock”.
We had an evening with great friends tonight. The dinner was delicious.. as was the cider and conversation. Then as we were leaving Jameson had a tantrum. Not a minor tantrum. It made the good moments of the day seem distant. He is so strong. And some days I am not.
Thank you for all the comments and encouragement after my last post. This new mama journey is about to begin. I’m ready to jump in. Tentative and bold at the same time. Because even during the ugly tantrum moments… I think they rock.