Here's what matters to me, what's important (well, here's a start, at least):
1) My kids. Honestly. The Boy, who's 5, is my darling boy, but he's going through a tough time. He's been "provisionally" diagnosed ADHD, which means "We think he has this problem but he could just be screwed up because his little world has been through emotional hell over the past 2 years". For me, it means learning that being a mom means being your child's advocate in the world. Teaching them that life throws things at you, and sometimes they're hardballs, but you get to choose what you do with them once they're launched at you. Life's a good thing, and you don't have to be perfect for that to be true.
The Girl, who's 2 (TODAY!) is my little monkey, and I worry that she ends up on the short-end of the attention stick because of the time and effort we're putting into her brother. I hope not.
Mama guilt blows.