“Why is this so hard?”
I now understand how important confidence is. Nah, I’m kidding, I have always known! My son will be a month old this Friday, while my daughter on occasion believes she’s Peter Pan. If I never wanted to be the type that spoke about her children in every conversation, at least I know how parents can be driven to such personality flaw. One day I will be older and these moments I will remember. In the meantime, I’m hoping for my energy to return, my ambition and passion for all of it that separates them from me. Why is it so hard?
If I say I have returned, then in the next few posts I must face what has happened in the last year with some form of redemption-seeking acceptance. I must realize, once and for all, that youth is fleeting and responsibility is natural. I must allow the children to cry and myself to make mistakes. Get rid of the blogger account and stay here, face your fears, face what you have been running away from and look at yourself in the mirror with love and acceptance. Write a few people and tell them that the core of you is too exposed to hide anywhere. You are the mother of two children, a student, and an artist. Everything else is written in carbon.
