Like any parent, I have had a gazillion of sleepless nights. Every time after a night like that I feel shit and walk and think backwards, not to mention the creepy (and crappy) crankiness that lasts all day long.

I’m well aware I’m not the only one, so I don’t feel particularly special about this. Every day on the school runs I see tired, exhausted faces of other parents who are trying hard to focus on not falling asleep while carrying on a grown-up conversation with other half-awaken grown-ups without distracting thoughts popping up every 10 sec. From my personal experience, I can tell that my attention span is shorter than my son’s, and that’s something J. I know I’m one in a million, but I do have to say I feel very proud to be included in such a good company.

The parents I know are so committed to their children and to giving them the best they possibly can, often neglecting their own needs and yearnings. I am sure we’re not that special, and the generations of parents before us did that as well, and many generations after us will do too, and this is only one of the great things about being a parent.