The World in His Eyes

Sometimes I wish there was a report card to tell me if what i am doing in life is right. In the depths of PMS i sometimes feel inadequate or freakin' fabulous. Just depends really. No warning - the mood just hits me and sometimes i won't get moods at all. It so unpredictable. I could cry over something so stupid. I go through the whole "woe is me" routine. At the end of the day, i just want someone to tell me that i am doing ok. That my life will be ok. That the little life that i carried for 9 months will turn out to be a wonderful, confident and fabulous person in this world. That my mood swings won't make him scared of me. All i can whisper to him is that i love him and that i can do very well. It's funny how even though i think life is sucky sometimes, i look into those innocent eyes and see the world.

He who is only 2 years old can show me the world.

So i take a deep, quivering breath... and i know that life IS and WILL BE alright.