Some times I sit back and think if everything that I’m going through serves a purpose. I know that in the end it does but why?
Some times I sit back and think if I’m the only one. I mean at times I feel like I am but then some times words speak louder than actions.
Some times I sit back and think what is my real purpose and am I on the right the right track?
Some times I look at my boys and wonder if I’m being the bestest mom as they claim I am?
Some times I sit back and think are my possibilities really endless?
Some times I sit back and just reflect on where I was then to where I am now.
Arnittress Dowdy 