I love my baby. I love my baby so much I can't stand it. I'm pretty sure I tell him this approximately 100 times each day, but I still worry that it's not enough. Sometimes I look at the kids I teach or watch the news and think, "That (insert expletive here) is someone's child." I often wonder what their mom must be feeling or sometimes wonder what she did wrong or didn't do; though please don't think I'm judging. After being a mom for one year, believe me, I don't judge. I guess I just hope to not make the same mistakes... Dramatic? Yes. But, seriously, I hope I'm doing this right.
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