Today I am having a very emotional day. I don't know why these days spring up on me out of the blue, but I get them every so often. I find myself going from utter happiness and joy to severe fear and sadness. I love, love, love my children and am especially happy with where they are in life right now. I don't know of an age I like better than 20 months where I see Molly learning new things, saying new words, and becoming so independent. Sarah is so sure of herself and confident in who she is and that she will be marrying her daddy someday. I enjoy watching them learn from each other -Molly shows Sarah that she doesn't have to be so serious all the time, and Sarah teaches Molly how to understand things that she is doing. They are both so special to me and so different from each other. I am loving being their mom!
And then I flip. I almost go into convulsions thinking about how quickly they are growing and how little time I actually have with them. Will I remember what it feels like every time Molly says "Nuggle?" Will I regret that I didn't get Sarah more princess dresses? How do I know how I will feel when they are older and don't think the world revolves around me anymore? Will I wish I had spent more time with them? Will I regret the choices I'm making today when I no longer have the option? I hate that these thoughts pop up every so often and that when they do, they consume my every thought.
Sometimes I wish life were much simpler so that I could quit my job, spend all my time with them, yet still be able to provide them with the things that I want them to have and experience. I love my job and the importance of waking up and having somewhere to go each day, so does that make me a bad mom for not wanting to give it up?
I am sorry that this post is so depressing, but it is theraputic to blog about these thoughts, and I'm confident that I will read back over this one day and laugh at my craziness. The bottom line is that I love my girls and want for them to have the best life possible. I always knew parenting would be hard. I guess it's teaching me that I don't like to choose one thing over another. I want it all for my girls. I want them to have a well rounded, happy mom to look up to. I want them to be able to take ballet, swimming, and ice skating lessons. I want them to experience new things. I want them to be happy.
The question is...am I doing it right???
Standing as A Witness
6 years ago