what do you do?

There are some wonderful articles and blogposts out there about how you're never failing as a mother, how you can raise your children "perfectly" without having to be perfect, how to overcome our Pinterest-obsessed society and eschew the need to make every holiday a circus-level parade for your child, etc.

I get it.

I don't have to be the perfect mother even in this world of Facebook and social media that somehow leads me to believe every other mother is doing a helluva a lot better than I am.

What do you do when you have those doubts? (I know, every mother has them).

What do you do when your 8 hour a stretch sleeper suddenly screams his head off after only 3 or 4 hours and nothing seems to settle him down but the sound of the shower?

What do you do when you had plans for the evening thwarted by your child having a fit as you fold him back into his carseat for the upteenth time that day (after you've, guiltily, spent 6 hours at work away from him)?

What do you do when you realize you've been doing it all wrong, giving him a "crutch" to sleep when really you just love rocking him until his arms flop and his sweet face is nestled in your chest?

You move on.

You chalk it up to experience. You relish in the moments that are good, that seem perfect, in which you and your child are having the time of your life.

You lean not on your own understanding and trust that it does get better, not that it gets easier, but that you learn to how to deal.

I just need this reminder today, this morning, this Good Friday morning. This Good Friday when, a year ago, our son was due to be born. This day that reminds us that Easter is coming, a new beginning is on the horizon, and Spring will soon be here.