The worries. The fears. The big question, “Am I doing any of this right?”
I began writing this post several days ago.
And then I stopped.
I have all of these fears of not doing anything right, including the daily moments of mothering my children.
I hate the feeling of am I doing enough?
It’s an ugly voice that creeps inside and can wreck your entire day or your entire
I’ve decided to come up with a list of the things I think I’m doing well and where I’d like to improve. I know I’d like to laugh more with them and scold less. Sort of the “pick my battles” philosophy.
One of the little items that always has me in a tizzy (sp?) is the fact that they’re growing way too fast and of course, that’s out of…
View original post 574 more words