My Little Pooh Bear

     What kind of horrid mother would I be to mention one child and not the other?!? Emily...my first little wonder.  I call her my butterfly.  This kid at the age of 8 can play Bach by memory.  She is being tested for  the gifted program.  She creates art that is good enough to hang up all over the house.  She whips through chapter books in a few days.  Yet, if  I send her to get something in the house she gets lost along the way.  She'll forget what she went for and take a half hour to remember that she forgot something in the first place.  

     I take great pride in my job as a mother.  Sure I have moments of lost patience and self-deprecation but some days I just get it right.  Certain days I support during the piano practice, remind gently of chores that need to be done and encourage the spirit of a little girl who dances her way through the halls.  At times I am serious about her manners and rules of society.  Others,  I sing at the top of my lungs in the car so she sees how silly life can be.  To me, motherhood is the balance.  It is everything my Mom was to me and all of the things I might have needed in addition.  It is giving the seed the right mix of soil, sunlight, water, nutrients as well as the room to grow and blossom.  Some days it is just shutting out the world to polish the nails of a little girl.  She doesn't know it's for me as much as for her but one day as she looks at her own little peach pit - she will.