So many things I do every day, some days the same things repetitively, other days a whole host of other tasks. But are they enough?
I hug and kiss the kids countless times every day, and tell them I love them just as often. But is that enough? Is that enough times to tell them how special and amazing they are in my eyes? Is it too much that they then think they are invincible? Am I finding the correct balance of supporting their growth and development or am I doing to much for them? Am I providing enough educational structure in the daily patterns of life that one day they too can walk independently and survive?
So. Many. Questions. So much self doubt. There is no guide book. There are no rules for this crazy gig called Motherhood. What I let my kids do, others don’t, and vice versa. Then there is the conundrum of comparisons. They have _____; and we don’t. We have _____ and they don’t. Is it a flaw to admit as a mother you don’t actually know all the answers?