Magistra, May I?

There is a new master in the house: meet Magistra, the in-charge part of my self who is tasked with caring for me whilst providing structure and discipline and training.

I am my children's mother. I know this seems obvious, but that statement requires constant commitment. I am the mother. If they are poorly-rested, over-fed, sluggards, much of the responsibility for their state of being falls squarely on my shoulders at their age. And by the habits and environment that DH and I create and maintain, some portion of their future states is my doing as well.

But for myself, the time of looking to the past and to my own upbringing is well and truly over. I've been in charge of myself for long enough that it's mine and mine alone to accept responsibility for the state of my health, mental, emotional, and physical.

Magistra, may I stay up later?

Minime, discipula! Fessa es! (No way, you are tired!!')