Story by Taylor Carr
I Get Rescued Every Day
I try really hard to be a good Mom. But I’m human. So sometimes I get things wrong. I say and act in ways I often regret.
I’ve cried myself to sleep. Wondering. Have I screwed them up yet? But thankfully. Without fail these little creatures rescue me every day. They save me. From myself and all the junk that gets in the way. They are wise Beyond their years surprising me at every turn.
They mirror my imperfections. They help me To learn and what I often forget. When it’s dark and cloudy outside are the better parts of myself The ones they hold on to and store inside.
Because for some reason It’s harder to remember the good. It doesn’t hold as much focus even though It should. So when these tiny arms of my heroes wrap around me Tight. I take a breath and recognize I’m doing something right.