I feel guilt along with appreciation when I look at all the amazing flowers budding in our new garden as I don't know how to maintain them all and it makes me think of parent guilt. Every pat on the back at success can be swiftly taken down by the next tantrum, sickness, or parenting 'fail' but to keep going we need to pick ourselves up and carry on because there really isn't any choice is there? I'm trying to take more notice of each little achievement because why not? Why not wallow in the good moments? Especially as the next moment may be full of scooter and crying-child carrying 'why mes', but the moments of peace and joy (albeit fleeting) are just asking to be soaked up and celebrated...just like the beautiful roses that are surviving in my garden without the care I'm sure they once had.