Million to None

I read recently that there is no way to be a perfect mom, and a million ways to be a good one. Just over three years into the search for one or two of the ways to do it well, people - sometimes perfect strangers - keep promising me it gets better. Better than what? I ask one minute. Better how? I ask the next. Sometimes I can think of a million ways it has to get better and unfortunately only one way to make it happen: Get out of bed. If I blog with my blankie still around me, does that count for something?