I know I’m really harping on this mom thing lately and here I go again. Trying to be a good mom and a positive role model to my kids has been the wind in my sails.
Had I not had kids, I feel like I would have been a plastic bag blowing around a parking lot until it eventually got caught in a chain link fence.
It’s not that I don’t feel any sense of individuality. Or that I don’t know how to make myself happy, because I do and that’s part of being a good role model.
It’s just that this deep sense of responsibility for these little humans I brought into the world has really been my driving force.
Trust me, I’m far from perfect. I make mistakes in all the ways a human can possibly make mistakes but as I’ve told my kids, to err is human.
When my three older kids were fifteen, nineteen and twenty-one, I could feel the grasp slipping ever so slightly with them. The independence they acquire as they become adults is only natural and I was honestly okay with it. Not sad to see them grow up and leave the nest but excited actually.
Then along came Sid and we’re doing it all over again. Clint and I are both older, wiser, more patient. It’s an absolute blast and now I have this fourth little human who gives me direction.
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