I often wonder, not always consciously, but I wonder...
I wonder how my husband can find me attractive, or put up with my moods, my impatience, my negativity.
I wonder if my children will grow to be stronger beings than I ever was, or if they will inherit my insecurities.
I wonder if I will ever feel like a 'good enough' wife, mother, and general human being.
I wonder if I'll ever write a book, or make a quilt, or create a garden I can sit in, satisfied.
I wonder if I'll ever experience pregnancy and the care of a new-born again.
I wonder what paths my children will take.
I wonder, and live, and wonder.