Sometimes the hardest part of being a mother is feeling like you've disappointed your kids. Not the "no, you can't have another candy" type of disappointment, but the type where you've tried your best to make your childs dreams a reality, only to eventually acknowledge that that reality is not feasible. It's the type of disappointment that leaves tears silently streaming down your own cheeks as you hold a sweet six year old heart close as it grapples with loss for the first time. And in a way, you are grieving too, for a dream, a way of life, that you too held quietly close to your heart..
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