6 months

We simply cannot believe that we are halfway through
our first year with James.    Where has the time gone? 

I try, everyday,  to really look at James (and now, even more,  the rest of my boys, for they are growing and changing, too, though it's just not quite as obvious!)   Even with this concious effort,  I know I must be an official mom now....I keep saying over and over the mantra of moms and grandmas everywhere...they grow up so fast!   Sometimes there is an ache when I stare into this little guy's eyes....will I remember?  Will I remember this summer of joys?   His smiles and coos?   The way we all crowd around,  trying to make him giggle?

Am I doing every thing I can to live,  truly live? 

Or am I stuck on the hamster wheel of mommy work, 

which we all know never ends anyway? 

What do you think?  Is it possible to live without regrets?

Or are regrets just a part of what it means to parent in this world of mistakes?