So, I want to make them happy with me with themselves
But I think I'm a bit **** at it
Like a mother picking up scattered toys, there's always another piece of lego to step on, always another stubborn stain, and whilst clearing you have to activate your brain because any moment they might trip and hurt themselves again.
And if they do, you know, irrationally, that in yourself you'll find the blame. You're really trying not to show the strain, because it won't help, it won't heal, instead rub your very bruised heel and steel yourself for the next storm, recall the times you've thought I can't go on and remember that you did.
Don't kid yourself, the kids are alright and you are too, allow yourself to be one too.