I have abandoned this blog all summer and again have toyed with deleting it but just can't seem to. I guess I have more to say.
Sometimes I look at Zoe and Monkey and the sight of them makes me want to cry. I do confess that sometimes I think I am a horrible mother and that I'm messing them up in a terrible way. They're both wonderful children, really. But sometimes I catch one of them out of the corner of my eye and I'm floored by them. I want to cry with such joy that I had a hand in creating such wonderful and perfect lives.
They are headstrong. They are both a little wild. And they're both loud. But they're supposed to be, whether I have a headache or not, or I'm tired or not. They're supposed to be like this, for children's imaginations don't know the boundaries of a grown-up's headaches or exhaustion.
My children are healthy. For the most part they are happy. And another confession? I'm terrified that the time I have with them is slipping away far too quickly.
I'll try to write here more often. If you read this blog, please take a moment to let me know. Share with your friends. Us parent-types have to stick together.