Being with
my children is the greatest joy I have ever known.
Seeing
them in the morning before they wake up.
My fears,
anxieties of how am I going to make it, how will I make the demands of the
day.
Part of me
knows it will be alright, that I will exceed expectations.
Part of me
fears that I will indeed do great things far past what is needed or right on
the mark but miss out on the tenderness, the fun, joy, laughs, that are born in
the moments of simply being here with them.
Just
my being with them, raining in my racing mind of obligations and
deadlines.
When I am
with them at times I feel guilty, that I am falling behind on what I must do to
provide for them. Sometimes, more and more all is right, I am with them
fully, I just got through doing what is needed at the time.
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