The child in my life

she is esquisite beyond words, incredibly innocent and wonderfully sweet.  she has the prettiest deep blue eyes that almost look like marbles.  A clear silky smooth complexion and the tiniest button nose and the prettiest smile there is.  she is everything I could ever want or hope for her to be.   she is stubborn and vocal and selfish with her hugs and more so with her kisses.   she is my heaven on earth and she is the sunshine that makes every day more wonderful then the day before.  

she is my baby grandaughter and there is nothing on this earth that can compare to the wonderfulness of being a grandmother.

children

I wonder about the way I’ve raised my children.
I love them so very much and I know deep down I haven’t always been a really good mother even though I think I tried at the time.
now that I’m older and they are all grown I look back and think if only I could do this different or this different.
I would change so many things.
And I wonder if everyone feels this way?
I know now that I wasn’t strict enough with them.
They weren’t required to do house chores and be responsible for things.
Now I see how wrong I was because they don’t feel like they have to be responsible for their behavior, in the sense that they can do something and just do it without thought to how it affects others.
You know the saying hind sight is 20/20

wow how true the statement is
Sad to say but true.
Especially when you see  them make these awful painful mistakes and they don’t think the parent knows enough to be right about it all.
It is painful as a mother to see these things.
I suppose in ways it could be painful for the father too but men don’t seem to be as sensitve to these things as mothers are.
But that is another topic for another day.