To need or not to need. That is the issue at hand.

I just willingly handed over the remote to the seven year old girl who has wormed her way into my bed and snuggled up next to me.

Sometimes in these moments I think, 'give me my space woman!'

Today I think, 'this won't last forever, I'd better take what I can get.'

There are still days that her life revolves around me.  And others when she doesn't even know I exist - aside from making her meals and giving permission to go outside and play.  I don't always take advantage of the days she wants me; because they don't always coincide with my mood.  And sometimes, that makes me feel guilty.  But at the same time, I don't want her thinking she rules the world and I'm at her beck and call!

The nine year old?  Well he needs me the least.  And when he needs me, I stop what I'm doing.  Those moments are too few and very far between.  He's independent and breaking away, which is what he's supposed to do.  But in times of trouble or worry, I'm his go-to gal.  Meanwhile, he's really only got time for friends and electronics, and sometimes dad.  It seems that we waited so long for him to want to watch sports with us.  Now I see him sitting next to Mike on the couch engrossed in a football game and I realize I have years of this in my future.

I think I need to be needed.  I need the validation.  Yet there are times that I am to the brink of frustration with all of the needing.  What gives?  Is this just life?

Well I can't ponder it now.  My daughter needs 'more snuggles' and Warren?  He needs my computer!