being a parent is the hardest joy of my life
but sometimes I cringe at the pitter patter of little feet at 2 in the morning
I cringe at always having my attention pulled in a million different places
there are other times when I feel a little body curl into my own
I feel that little hand seeking comfort
I dry little tears from split lips and bad dreams
I hear the side-splitting laughter and uncontainable cackles
It feels worth it

But also maybe go to sleep little guy