I take joy in the every day things, well, every day. I'm thrilled when my 3 yr old says "Good morning!" I marvel at the fact that my 7yr old reads, writes, tells time, and even philosophizes these days. I should write an article of "Alexisms" some time
I'm prould that they are such sweet, happy boys. And I am thankful every night when I tuck them into bed safe and sound.
My fears aren't just the typical worries about physical harm. With boys that is an imminent thing. I fear them growing up and not being "Mommy's boys" anymore. I look at teen guys walking around and just can't imagine my little guys turning into one of those. I fear I won't be successful in guiding them toward becoming well adjusted, ambitious, conscientious young men.
I want them to follow their dreams but be realistic. I want them to have fun but be responsibile. I want them to find love but not have sex....ever!
Can't even go there for a while. Wish I could say a long while but bet I will have to be talking about it in another 5yrs. Yikes!
I know the hard stuff is still to come. That is why I am enjoying the little stuff every day while I can.