After my vent-post the other day, I received so much compassion that is simply overwhelming. As I said to one friend, I am a much better caregiver than caretaker. One person did reply (sweetly) that Bridget and I make this life seem easy. Not in the way people who have perfect Facebook/social media lives, but you know their real life is a hot mess.

In our case, whether you see us online or in the supermarket, we live Bridget’s life out loud. The good, the fun, the ugly cry moments and the ones that bring me to my knees.

The reason I am so open, is that if I can make one parent (or sibling) feel like they are not the only one living this life, that there is one person on this Earth that might not exactly what they are going through, I do know that feeling of what the actual fuck! I know how it feels that we cannot seem to have a “quiet day” but maybe not exactly what brought you to that moment.

We are also so very lucky. For every single bad day (or moment or month) we have 50 really great ones.

This past weekend was full of those little great moments that make it easier to get through the really tough days. I know they are little moments, and the bad moments have felt insurmountable lately. But for me, these moments allow me to remember the girl who would never…

….walked two miles this weekend and got to the beach. She could not stay but look how close she got to the water!

Then to make life a little sweeter, our girl managed to go to the grocery store (another win this month) and made the cake that she had purchased.

And that, my friends, is how I keep the light in our lives. How as hard as this life can be; by celebrating these little wins, it makes the battles easier to fight.

My advice is to keep enjoying those little moments in your life, my fellow warrior parents. Celebrate them. Because if you do, I swear it will make the moments when you are in your driveway screaming at the trees how pissed off you are at this unfair life you’ve been given happen a little less often.

And for the times that you need more than good memories, I recommend calling a really good friend and sharing a glass of the adult beverage of your choice as they listen to how much you love your child but kind of wish there was a warranty given in the delivery room.