It's all about me

It started out about her, it really did. It was all about Charlotte, the light of my life.  But when she kept presenting herself as "the Mystery Girl" (what is she thinking, what is she doing, what is she feeling?)...Well, naturally I turned to the second most fascinating subject: me. What am I thinking, what am I doing, what am I feeling? This is supposed to be a mother writing about motherhood--describing her child in exquisite detail.  I keep coming back to me in not-so-exquisite detail.  I'll try and stay on topic in the future. But it's hard. I keep getting in the way.