I’m up early again, 4:30am.
I woke to the sound of my toddler’s cries because she wet her bed. As I tenderly cleaned her up and changed her sheets, I made sure that she felt accepted exactly as she is, whether or not she stays dry through the night. No judgment, only love.
Now she’s sleeping again and I can’t get this thought out of my head:
How can I show that same unconditional love to myself?



