And so the journey has begun....well, took a step forward.

This morning I rolled out of bed with a smile. Yes, today was to be a great day! My daughter, Harleigh, started Kindergarten and Caleb started Pre-K 4! A huge leap in their lives! I am so proud of them. So very proud.
The rough spot came when mom, yes - me, lost it. I stayed up late last night laying out all their belongings. I laid out their clothes, book bags, any papers that needed to be returned and even a change of clothes for Caleb. Harleigh had her clean nap mat and her 'healthy' snack. I was ready! Here is the drop off - I didn't plan on a smooth route to take this morning. I certainly didn't plan it right when I had the times wrong! YES!!! I had the start times all wrong. I got Caleb to school on time, but Harleigh was 15 minutes late. Oh, my heart sank! I thought I was getting her there on time, well at the end of 'right on time'. She became tardy when I was dropping off Caleb at 745a. She can get to school anytime between 720a and 745a. Caleb can't be dropped off til 745a. Had I correctly planned this out, it would have worked smoothly. Nope. I had it backwards!
I cried the whole way home. My daughter was late to her first day of school...her record, demolished! Thankfully they didn't count this one as tardy! I was beyond thankful! I paid for her lunch with downcast eyes as I felt I had failed her.
Seriously, I have performance issues. I want to make everyone happy ALL THE TIME! I can't. My daughter proved to love me no matter what. She didn't even notice that she was late. She is magnificent! She waltzed right in there with her head held high and hair bouncing. She is beautiful - truly a ray of light. How could I be more blessed?
I have, since arriving home feeling like a complete failure, read a couple chapters in a book titled, "Parenting isn't for Cowards". Yep, felt appropriate!
So far, I see the err of my ways. I am not a failure. I expect too much perfection. I expect to be the best. Sadly, this will carry on to my children. I will not let it.
Here I am shouting - I am stupid at times. I am silly and 'obnoxious' at times. I am a spaz. Yes, I fail. But to my children I am a hero. More importantly, to my God - I am His blessed creation.
A very big sigh and a new plan - we will arrive on time tomorrow!