It is truly the little things.

At some point, in the past week or so, I figured out that I am on the edge of mid-30's. It was an awakening. When I argued my thesis I had a very clear vision of where I wanted to go and what I would be doing. When I became a mom, the priority became being a mom over obtaining that professional goal. Now that S is older, I am able to devote more of my time to my professional ambitions... but I no longer know where I want to go or what I want to do.

Last night I was throwing myself a very small (very small) pity party as my skill sets have gone from intense research and analysis to a little of this and a little of that. I am now more of a dilettante than a specialist. S overheard me stating that I am just not "great" at any one thing anymore. She came over to me, laid down on my lap and said...

"You are great at being a mom!"

And that is what it is all about.