One day, when my house is clean + quiet, all I want is to be able to look back and know that I did my best. That going outside that one extra time, when I didn’t want to, or pulling out paint//glue//my make up and it got all over everything, was worth it. Even the times where they had to see me get mad, ask them to wait, or just flat out rest… that I was still doing right by them. No part of me wants them to look back on our circus as perfect, but I hope at the bottom of all of their memories, they feel greatly + infinitely loved.
