I swear if I hear one more mom say that to me I am going to scream. I am going to scream so loudly and for so long that I may permanently lose my voice. Which is fine, because anything I’d have to say after that would just be four letter words.
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I swear if I hear one more mom say that to me I am going to scream. I am going to scream so loudly and for so long that I may permanently lose my voice. Which is fine, because anything I’d have to say after that would just be four letter words.
That never stops. Our kids are going to keep taking what they need from us - time, attention, energy, patience - and they can either take from our overflow or from our bones. You have to put enough in that you have enough for you AND for them. It’s the impossible math of motherhood.
Having children is like living in a surveillance state. They see EVERYTHING. All the time. They watch and watch and watch.
And, of course, they never see the things we want them to see.
How hard we’re trying.
How much we worry.
The joy we take in them.
The grandmotherly woman who delivered our Instacart order this afternoon very nearly got punched in the face as a tip.