I love my kids. Sometimes I watch them and I’m brimming with pride. They amaze me with how quickly they sponge up new information or how courageous they are in new situations. They make me giggle when they burst out with a phrase that sounds like me but is far beyond their few years on this planet. I love them. They inspire me to be my best. To show up. To not give up. But honestly. Some days they break me. Some days are hard. Many mornings, there are tears and tantrums and feet stomping and dirty diapers. And it’s...