Every morning, I try to see the day as a blank canvas. It will be whatever I make it. Your day will be whatever you make it. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. A dash of this, a splat of that… Don’t forget: coffee, boogers, tears, dirt, and yes — probably some blood or poop. Lots of poop. At the end of the day, take a step back. Take it all in, reflect. Is it the masterpiece you imagined? Did the day turn out exactly how you planned, exactly like how you pictured it in your head? ✅ Yes? Go you! You’re rocking this mom thing. ❌ No? It’s fresh paint scrape it off, wipe it down, and start over tomorrow with a blank canvas. Because motherhood, like art, is always a work in progress. (WIP)