I’m finding a large part of parenting involves supressing or overcoming my own fears and anxieties in the hopes of not passing them on to my kids.

In my quest to have them grow up to be better people than I am, I feel like I’ve forced myself out of my comfort zone more in the past five years than I probably did in all of the previous ten. In a weird, “fake it ’till you make it” way, I feel like I’m actually becoming the better-rounded person I want to be for them.