The other day I came across this article on Twitter. I know it’s long. It’s too long, but it reflects the endless, sempiternal questioning that rumbles in the back of my mind. Am I doing what I’m supposed to be doing in this life? Am I living up to my potential? I mean, what woman doesn’t question if she should stay home with the kids, go out of the house and work, do both, do all, be all.

I love my children. I’m happiest when I’m with them, taking care of them, teaching them. Still, sometimes I found out high school friends are climbing Aconcagua and all I’ve climbed is the pile of laundry after “our” spring break vacation.

I know I’m good at creating a home, at nurturing and teaching. I just fear I’ll lose my identity as ME if I give my all. The other day, Princess Swan gave me this letter.

When I was in Barcelona, I was struck by the magic of that beautiful city: the Gaudi buildings, the cathedral, Santa Maria del Mar. The thing that touched my heart the most though was this statue of Mary in an alcove in the cathedral. It’s entitled, Our Lady of Happiness. It doesn’t depict Mary as the queen of angels, but as the Queen of her family. Mary, just holding her child. You can even catch a glimpse of a tiny smile on her, right? I don’t intend to be a queen, although my Princess Peach made me feel like one. Maybe the feeling will remain with me always. The years do go by so fast, and I’m blessed beyond measure.