So it goes

There are days when I feel so unbelievably lucky to have these 2 little people in my life. When I feel blessed to have such a perfect family.
Then there are those other days.
Those days when the uppermost thought in my mind is: "WHAT HAVE I DONE!"
2 kids. And I am their mother. The single most important person in their life. I have to raise them right. Make sure they grow up into kind, compassionate, confident and loving adults. The thought is enough to send me into spasms of sheer, blind panic.
Shit.
How exactly am I qualified to do this?
Some days, I have to remind myself that I'm the adult and they're the babies. Resist the urge to stomp off to my room and slam the door or throw a tantrum.
Which just proves my point.