I have been trying to look on the positive side of life. As a pathological cynic that is extremely challenging. But I do find times when I take a step back from the craziness of life and see what really matters.
My family...
When I am at my wits end my son will say, "Mommy?" Thinking he wants something I curtly answer, "What?!" And then he proceeds to say, "I love you." Then it hits me. I am being stupid! I shouldn't get so worked up about such ridiculous things.
Today I watched my two year old set up chess pieces on the board and play "Duck, Duck, Goose," with the pieces. She probably has no idea how much I love that.
I had a terrible dream the other day that I lost both my children. I woke up relieved and shaken. I know that there is more than just this life. But the thought of being separated from my children makes me want to enjoy having them all the more.
