My daughter is the most perfect, most adorable, most precious being in the world. I can't take how much I love her sometimes, my heart feels like it's going to explode into a million itty bitty, bright red pieces. I have always loved my daughter, of course, but the feelings I'm dealing with lately are so intense. I worry about her when she's out of my sight. I worry about her heart getting broken one day. I worry about her losing someone (including me) important to her and it makes me want to call my husband on the phone and demand that he stop smoking, eating too much salt and taking too many advil at once. I worry about her making the wrong career choice, boyfriend choice, meal choice. I watch her sleep and make sure I am appreciative of every moment I get to spend being her mom. Being a mother is pure joy and pure torture at the same time. I want to protect my children and I want them to be happy all of the time, and I know damn well that in this life there are very few people that are truly happy - it's a tough world. I see her skipping and smiling 95% of the time as a 4 year old, and she is just so darn happy. I don't want that to end.
I think being pregnant with numero dos is really bringing out every maternal fiber in my body. I hope that when Troy gets here I continue to be this awestruck when I look at my children. I hope I continue to cherish every single moment that I get to spend with them.
"While we try to teach our children all about life,Our children teach us what life is all about".~Angela Schwindt
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