Combine Momma's tears, guilt, a dash of heart ache, and a pinch of anxiety and you have today's belly button fiasco. Fortunately, Grace survived the incident and was no worse for the wear after some peaches. Turns out, G doesn't much care about the happenings of her belly button, just so long as you've got some fruit near by.
It wasn't long before I let go of my failure as a mother and did some good, honest self reflection. Motherhood is challenging. No parent is perfect no matter how clean their baby's belly is. There are highs and lows, good days and bad. With this said, I have set my hopes realistically. Grace will get dirty, she will bump her noggin, and she may possibly use curse words (which her dad obviously taught her). Until then, I will try to remember that as new parents, we are all amateurs - faking it til' we make it.