Today is my son's 6th birthday. It is crazy to me how fast time can fly in general, but you turn around and your babies are 9 and 6. It really does seem like yesterday that I was feeding them, changing diapers and watching their first steps.
Now, they are growing so much and the responsibility I feel can sometimes be overwhelming. I want them to be good people, enjoy life, yet stand for something (which gets harder every day) and be willing to fight for what they believe in.
I remember when my daughter was born, the horrible selfishness that I had for me started to disappear (not completely, I am still a work in progress). Now with my son, I am watching him grow into a young man, okay...real young, but I feel so much more that my life is not about me. It is about my daughter feeling loved and choosing a man who will treat her the right way. It is about raising my son to be a man, a man who would make his dad proud, and in fact, one that will surpass his father.
