One of the hardest things in life is being wrong, but when it’s your child you’ve messed up with it’s even worse. It’s just one more reminder that parenting is a crap shoot, and I really don’t know what I’m doing. And yet, my older kids keep coming to me for advise. I mean that should kind of put my mistakes on them, but still I feel bad. There is only one good thing that has come from moments like these. I’ve learned to say I’m sorry quickly and without a defensive tone. The older I get the more I realize that batting a 100% in this parenting thing is impossible. My goal is to do my best not to cause harm. And if I do? I’m happy to hug them until they stop crying…or punching my arm.