I don’t always know what to say, not just here on the blogosphere but many occasions in life. Being a mother I notice I weigh and measure what I explain, exclaim or spill; often wondering if that moment was the moment I’ve scarred my daughter with my ill-considered response or my quick retort because I’m so busy trying to “get things done”.  When I just let go and let be, I’m reminded of those other gems of a moment, the ones where I answer from the heart, hoping that she somehow takes it to heart; tucking it close as she grows into the little girl, the girl, the woman she is to be.   She’s about 4 1/2 years old and every night right…