What I think I know and what I actually know are not the same. I had one of those moments when I realized I didn't know what I was doing and maybe I never did. I fumbled my way to where I am now. Arriving at this aha moment has me thinking that maybe I am not preparing my children for the journey before them. How can I possibly know I am doing the right thing? The thought of raising my children the best I can and then crossing my fingers as I send them out into the world feels like I didn't study for a test and I worry the whole time until I get that grade. I realized recently that my every thought is consumed with concerns for my boy. I don't think I will ever be happy with my performance when it comes to raising him. I am wondering now if I have challenged him enough. I don't expect enough from him. I expect kisses and hugs. Kisses and hugs will lead him down a bumpy road on his journey if he can't take care of himself. I do worry about my girl in the same way but with less concern. I worry that she didn't know what a laundromat was until recently. She thought it was a mat that went in the laundry room. Sheltered? Yes. It is funny when I think about her future, all I want for her is to experience life, travel and try new things. I want her to spread her wings. I think about my boy's future all the time too. I want him engaged and trying new things. I want him to be active in his community without judgement. I would like for him to be able to pursue his passions. Yes, that is what I want. I don't know what my children want to do with their future but as long as it isn't littered with bad choices, drugs or jail and they are happy I guess that will be our final grade.