As I sit in my hotel room, a sudden thought strikes me. My little Eli. Two thousand miles away and he tugs at my heart with his little hand. I miss you so much. I also feel guilty; guilty for leaving you and guilty for needing a break.
I love you with all my heart. God knows I do, but sometimes I am overwhelmed. You are so energetic and determined that it seems all I do is say no, stop and don't. I feel awful about that at the end of the day; like a bad parent. I feel like I don't know what I'm doing and that somehow I will end up messing you up.
I want you to feel loved and supported and guided, and I just feel so uncertain about wether I'm doing all that for you in the best of ways. I think it's time for some classes. Maybe I'm not doing everything wrong, but it would help to hear it from someone "in the know."
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