Sometimes I wonder if I know what the heck I'm doing in my role as a mother. I feel doubt a lot of the time. I'm not seasoned enough to have conviction in all that I do. I end my days hoping that all that I've done has been for the best and, through it all, my girls grow and remember their childhood as an era of fun and loving moments.
Tonight, just before I was planning on going to bed, I heard Molly in a fit of deep, full hearted belly laughs. I thought she had woken and was calling for me. I went to her crib to realize that she is in a deep sleep with a smile on her face and fading giggles on her breath. I take this as a sign that I must be doing something right.