Every night I lay him down in bed and rub his back while I say, "Do you know your mama loves you? Do you love your mama? Do you know dad loves you? And you love your daddy too?" He responds to each one with a carefully pronounced, matter-of-fact, "Yeah. Yyyeah." The peaceful end to every day just leaves me feeling worse about every parenting decision I'd made in the last 12 hours. Mom guilt is normal, I've heard it over and over, and it's easy to read those encouraging, you're doing the best you can, mama heart! blog posts but the reality is a constant, nagging worry that I'm just messing up these years that are supposed to be so precious and sweet, years I'm going to desperately miss some day soon.
I mean, look at this guy. Brat central.
...and then this actually is his "about to do something naughty" face.