Growing up as a child I rarely saw my parents, I rarely lived with both of them at that same time. I remember every separation. To this day I can say my issues of confidence (more like lack of) is a result of being left behind. My parents did the best they could, we are better off for the sacrifices made as a family, I have no right to judge. But as a child, I vowed to never let my own children be in the same predicament. Fast forward two decades I find myself making sacrifices to fulfill this promise. My child is growing up so fast I tear up thinking about it. He just started pulling himself up last week, in a few more he will be standing firmly, yet a few more he will start his first step. I feel so blessed witnessing his progress and sharing his joy. At the same time I feel incomplete. Most of my days are spent feeding, washing, comforting. No easy task as all mothers know yet I feel my intellect being under utilized, my confidence waning. Not a day passes by without some dissatisfaction about myself as an individual. Years ago I dreamt of having a family, with children, working, and feeling busy and fulfilled. I guess it is naive to want it all, or want it all so early on. I may have to make peace with my present situation for a few years. But as a parent I will have fulfilled my promise to my children, and take part in growing up and growing wise with them.