Dauntless

Parenthood must be a daunting place to exist

Especially when coming from a childhood

Where you wish parents didn’t exist.

Knowing that your child will at some point hate you.

Because you drag them out of a store after they whined one too many times.

Because you embarrassed them in front of friends when trying to show affection.

Because you will push then to be better than one could possibly dream.

Your child will hate you for not loving them, too.

Horrifying is knowing

Parents won’t know when something is wrong

They don’t know to never play that song.

Knowing that a parent will hug you when you want it the most

But wondering, how I can I give my child the courage to tell me he’s lost?

Parenthood is solely for the dauntless.