Small Moments

Recently, I have been a little worried about Mary and Sam.
I have been wondering if they are really happy.
They have been fighting more than normal, and there has also been a lot more whining.
I have been wondering what I am doing wrong.
Do I not play with them enough? I try to, but I am not good at thinking of things to do with them.
Do they have enough attention?
Are they sick?
Are they sick of me being so tired?
Can they tune in to the days I am sad?
I am not being a good example to them?
Do we need to play at the park more? Should I play with them all the time when they are home? How much time should I have them just play on their own?
Do they need more discipline?
Do they need less discipline?
Do they need a different kind of discipline?

And on and on and on. It is probably the typical worries of every mother out there, but I really wonder what more I could be doing.

Today, Mary is playing at a friends house, so it is just me and Sam. I was just feeling guilty for checking my email instead of playing cars with Sam, when he came running up to me. He gave me a big hug and said, "I am happy mom."

Enough said.