My husband and I were talking the other night, and I mentioned to him that I am sometimes amazed that someone put me in charge of two human lives. Not in the sense that I think I am a poor mother, or that they are in any danger being with me, but I just wonder what vetting process was used to determine I get to be their mom.
Some days I'm unsure about what I'm doing as a mom. I worry that I don't do enough, or well enough, or... but at the end of the day, I do know that I am trying my hardest to be the best I can for them.
Because they deserve it.