blame it on the movie or on the hormones (or on the fact that i've been watching an embarrassing amount of TLC's baby story), but i've been consumed with thoughts of how short a time we have with our children as they are now. how impossible it feels to teach them everything you hoped you'd be able to. and how young in life you feel yourself, that at times teaching them anything feels a lot like teaching lessons you've yet to learn. -- and i hate feeling like a fraud.
the impending arrival of our baby girl has only compounded these feelings for me.
i wake in the mornings with unrealistic fears that she'll emerge from the womb wearing pink nail polish, feeling like she got jipped because her mother's unable to teach her how to put her hair in a cute little side pony or how to throw an out-of-this-world princess party.
*of course i could refer to it as The Orphanage, but where's the fun in that?