About 2 years ago I started the process of learning an extremely hard lesson in parenting. To keep it short, I was tremendously exhausted, overwhelmed, probably under-nourished, and pretty close to the point of implosion. My son, was a little over a year at the time. As I thought back on the previous year of our lives, feelings of utter guilt, resentment, and regret filled my heart. I felt like I had been robbed of the joy I "should have had". It was a dark time for me.