You say you’d die for your children—without hesitation. But will you soften your voice when you're angry? Will you admit when you’re wrong? Will you apologize, not just once, but every time it matters?
Death feels dramatic. Noble. But presence? Humility? Change? That’s the harder thing.
Let go of the ego that needs to be right, that hides behind “I’m the parent,” that clings to old patterns. Your girls don’t need a perfect parent. They need one who grows.
Love them by becoming better. That’s what they’ll remember. That’s what will make them feel safe.
Beautiful