Stumbling Toward Motherhood
Monday 26 March 2012
Wednesday 21 March 2012
The only thing that keeps me (even remotely close to) a loving, patient parent when she fusses and cries is remembering: however much I am bothered, she is bothered more. There is something really wrong in her world, and she has no other way to tell me. Seems obvious, but it is unbelievable the temptation to blame her for making my life difficult. I feel so selfish and ashamed writing that.
Monday 19 March 2012
Sunday 18 March 2012
Thursday 15 March 2012
Maybe I am taking a too rational approach to parenting. I keep trying to solve the riddle of my daughter. Find the reason for her behavior. Find the recipe for a good nights sleep. Break down the day into cause and effect and learn from that, expecting to be able to repeat successes if I just repeat the steps. I'm thinking now this might not be the most fitting approach. But then, what is?
Wednesday 14 March 2012
Distance
She is of me, yet she isn't me. She still feels like an extension if myself. Since she was conceived, the distance between where I end and she begins has only gotten greater. I know this will only grow. This is wonderful and sad.
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