Dear future me, mothering is hard, but God was all over every part of it…including and especially the mistakes. He saw the end game. You were in this. You weren’t always wishing them to grow up. Yes, sometimes you want to pluck out each of their piggy little toes and feed them to a mongoose, but much, much, much of the time you didn’t. There is grace in remembering correctly. And I want you to be kind to your past self.