Dark

Some days, when the nights are too short and interrupted; when the tantrums start with the sunrise; when there seem to be more needs than one woman can possibly meet; when your hair has spit up in it; when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and cringe; most of all, I think, when you feel so very alone . . . Don't Give Up. Don't Give Up, beautiful mama. All shall be well, truly! Look up and cry out. Probably Mary Poppins or Nanny MacPhee are not going to alight on your doorstep, but that extra bit of grace will help you find strength you didn't know you have. Breathe. One moment at a time, one tissue at a time, one tantrum at a time. All shall be well. All manner of things shall be well.