Kids are fun. They are fascinating to interact with and watch. Sometimes, they are just kids doing kid things. Sometimes, they appear as mini-adults.
I have to forever remind myself that I am always being observed by the little ones, and most likely eventually copied.
I sit on my bed, next to my husband of 26 years, listening to songs of our past. I remember sitting on my bed as a teenager, staring out the window, listening to these same songs. Life was big and promising then. Now? Now I feel like I’m constantly floundering.
I am what I am for that is all I can be.