Numero Uno

I don't know what possessed me this morning to start this, but here it is. Today is my daughter's 11th birthday and perhaps I am feeling a bit reflective. I've been thinking about the course of my life, hers, and that of my mother's. All intertwined, all with different focus and energy. We are the same blood, but clearly unique. I worry that sometimes I can become too selfish with myself and my time. It doesn't really belong to me anymore. Not that my children own me, but I owe it to them to be available when they need support. Well, I actually have to do some work, so I'll write more later.