See, here’s the thing.
What makes it worth all the pain in the ass-ness of being a parent—the diapers, the crying, the tantrums—and don’t underestimate how difficult being a parent is, what makes it all worth it?
I make it all better.
Whether it’s a cut that I kiss, or just being there after a nightmare, or anything that frightens him, I make it all better.
Tonight, like most nights, my son had a nightmare. I walked in and sat down on his bed, and he went back to sleep because deep down, he knew he was safe.
It’s magical, that moment.