Being a mom and wife is amazing.  When I was a little girl I used to dream about how amazing it would be to have all of these people in my life who would love me without question and who would be with me always.  A family is one that needs to stick together and inevitably this is what is supposed to happen.

I have a tendancy to romanticize things.  Because the reality is that as rewarding as it is to be a mom and a wife (and whatever else), it takes a lot of hard work and effort.

Sometimes, in the process of this thing called life, I feel a little lost.  As much as I love being a mom (and I adore and love my children) and love being a wife (my husband is my rock.)… I still feel at times, like I am lost.  Who am I?  I am one who fills all of these shoes and tries to be what everyone needs.

But lately, I have come to grasp the knowledge that in my quest for making everyone else happy and feel fulfilled, I am downright gasping for air.  My health is declining and i’m in a constant state of worry and panic that this house made of cards (or so it seems at times), will come crashing down.

Ever have those days?