I get weepy when I get reflective!
I start counting up how many more Christmas’ are left before my birds fly….
It makes me crazy!
What have I missed?
Have I done enough?
Am I doing what I should be now?
I begin to feel like I am coming up short.
Short on time.
Short on answers.
Hate short talk! Hate it!
Maybe I need to remember that in spite of my failures my kids aren’t awful.
They are fairly normal.
And with the gene pool they inherited….That’s sayin something!
Even more important they all are pretty in tune with their conscience and listen to it most days!
And they tell me they love me….
well one of them says “he usually does”…
I’m counting that!
I love them too.
Oh How I love them!
I think they know it and that’s probably enough for today!