That moment when I sent Jack with extra pants that were Ford's;
Or when I forgot to buckle Ford into his carseat as we drove to meet friends;
When I didn't heat the bottle to the right temp or put the correct amount of formula in;
When I completely forgot Ford needed to eat and skipped a feed;
When I served Jack Mac 'N Cheese for lunch for the fourth day in a row...
Or when he spills my entire coffee on the floor of Zara then pushes the emergency button in the elevator,
All of the forgetfulness echoing the inner voice of: "You're a terrible mom."
I choose not to hear
or believe.
I'm doing my best.
What more can I do?!
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