I feel blessed and flattered when
I receive comments and messages regarding my blog. They are just the motivation
I need to keep this blog going. That
said, I feel worried when I receive messages from readers who call me a super
mom or someone who manages everything so perfectly.
I worry because my objective with
this blog was never to talk about how perfect everything in my life was/is. My life
isn’t perfect. Neither am I.
You see this cake? A friend said
it looked like a painting. It does look good, doesn’t it? But if you look
closely, you will see that the frosting isn’t of the right consistency. I wasn’t
patient enough to wait for it to chill. Why wasn’t I? Because A was watching
cartoons and I knew I had ten or maybe fifteen minutes of quiet time. That
little girl cannot sit still for long. I'am still learning to work around her active and wild spirit.
