A masterpiece Mine

I often wonder the true thoughts of my children.

Do they love me? Do they hate me? Do they resent me? Do they want me? Do they listen and most of all do they appreciate me?

I often wonder are they aware of my sacrifices, my yielding of my dreams, my desires, and life over to theirs, my tarnishing of my dreams in order to stand as mother to them and give them a fair, moderate, growth focused, and the hope filled future I desire for them.

I often wonder if the man in my heart, the one I love, and the one who professes to return that love unto me; knows that I love him enough to grow past my inhibitions, boundaries, comfort zones and fears. I often wonder if he understands that my stance along side him is that of a willingness of a togetherness of tomorrow and an allowance of the majestic moments of anew.

I am aware that I AM the masterpiece that was created to be the me as I stand today flowing in the growth of perfecting the fullness there of; while experiencing the joy, pains, happiness, sadness, and the plethora of all life is; no more, no less.

I celebrat the magical life: mine.