These words have been rolling around in my brain for days, weeks, months. Snippets of sentences really because I can't seem to string enough of them together to make paragraphs, much less a coherent essay. I think/examine/wonder. When my daughters were little, mothering seemed more concrete. Feed. Bathe. Teach. Repeat. I made sure we had everything we needed when we walked out the door. I made all of their decisions. My worries were nutrition, sleep, a pesky cough that would keep us up until the wee hours of the morning. And I could make eye contact with another mother of young children and we could smile, nod and intuitively know we were having a similar experience. These days I often feel adrift... interesting choice of words considering what I wrote in August. My role. Or more precisely, my effectiveness in this role seems elusive. When they were little I hardly had time to do anything but care for them. Today I wonder if what I'm doing is enough.