If I could have it my way I’d be a mom of two. One girl and one boy. Let’s face it, there’s nothing more perfect than a family of four.
I often wonder if I’m fit to be a mom. Am I energetic enough? Patient enough. Compassionate.
I think the answer is yes. But, I live a slow life. What if I end up a “three hour mom”?
Or worse.
A mean one.
We all know a mean mom who’s just scary to be around.
I think a mom should carry strength along with patience. Intelligence along with compassion.
We don’t need anymore scarred children.