Good Days and Bad Days

All the bad days, when I can't predict anything that Alex will do, when he breaks things, when he cries for hours, when I'm at the end of my mommying rope, really don't carry any weight against the good days. When I can see what Alex is really like, or what he could be like. When he is so loving, and funny.

Of course, on the bad days, I can't even see the good days, and on the good days, I try to forget the bad ones. There really isn't much balance. But it seems like Alex has had more good days than bad lately.

This is my last week as an in-home parent educator. I'll miss it a lot, but I am really looking forward to having more time with Alex.

Working, working, working...