Daughter #1- I accept that she is not an outdoorsy type. I accept that she would rather be in her room reading than be outdoors doing anything else at all.
Daughter #2- I accept that she will never let me put her in cute little outfits with matching bows. I accept that she is beautiful the was she is, even if "the way she is" is in mismatched socks and an old t-shirt and ripped jeans and covered in mud.
Darling son- I accept that he is not his sisters. They may have slept through the night at 2 months and he is still waking me up at 17 months. They may have never needed child locks and he not only need them but has figured out how to unlock them. They may have sat and played quietly while he does kamikaze dive bombs off of the sofa. It is okay. He is not them.
