Balancing Act

Being a mom is the hardest thing I've ever experienced, but at the same time it is definitely the most rewarding. I struggle with trying to teach them everything and wanting them to learn on their own. I want them to be involved with everything, but I don't want to turn them into one of the many mindless little puppets I see coming to college...you know the ones who were pushed to do whatever by their parents, but can't make a decision without calling home first.


Larry and I are overwhelmed by what our girls can do, and I sometimes feel sorry for myself and the fact that I can't send them to dance class or gymnastics class or whatever their passing fancy may be that week. I try to remember they are not little machines waiting to be programmed by me. There will be plenty of time for lessons and sports and all of that nonsense. Now is the time to concentrate on the perfect little creatures that they are. Everyday they do something to cause my heart to crack. Yes, I am an overly sensitive person so emotions for me are shown in the extreme...just ask my husband, parents, and co-workers. But, honestly how could you NOT burst into joyous tears if your six year old wakes in the morning, stares at you with blurry eyes, asks you to lean over because she has a secret she wants to tell you, and whispers in the sweetest little voice, "You know what, Mommy? I love you".