In my last post I said this: I think of the power and assuredness of the parenting of small children. I think of the insecurity and doubt and helplessness of parenting teenagers
And in her newest post, Erin says something very similar, and a lot more. I love this post. It's the kind of truth telling I look for every day online.
My Published Memoir
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"What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open " M.R.
she's precocious / and she knows just what it takes / to make the pros blush
The Mr. & Mrs.
what i thought love was is so much less than what it is
Our Pack: Dakota Wolf, Lola Moon, Ian Oliver and our baby, Ever Elizabeth
Someone may have stolen your dream when it was young and fresh and you were innocent. Anger is natural. Grief is appropriate. Healing is mandatory. Restoration is possible. -Jane Rubietta
you can stand under my umbrella
the light is on for you
My dear child, who can tell? One can only tell that, by remembering something which happened where we lived before; and as we remember nothing, we know nothing about it; and no book, and no man, can ever tell us certainly.
Some couples don’t ask much of one another after they’ve worked out the fundamentals of jobs and children. Some live separate intellectual and cultural lives, and survive, but the most intense, most fulfilling marriages need, I think, to struggle toward some kind of ideological convergence. Norman Rush
Pray For Kate McRae
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I Believe In Nationwide Health Care
E Pluribus Unum ( Out of Many, One )
"I pay no attention whatever to anybody's praise or blame. I simply follow my own feelings." - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
I went over and read and left her a comment of support.
I know. I do know how hard being a mother of difficult babies and more difficult teens can be.
And mostly we live and they go on to be incredible adults.
I need to add another blog to my blogroll like I need another child. Ha. Thanks, though, for sending me to Swonderland -- love it.
It was well worth the visit to Erin's place. She struggles so openly with something we all experience to varying degrees with our little ones.
Once upon a time we weren't allowed to talk about it, not even among ourselves, we mothers of young children, who were meant to give the impression of loving every minute of it. Pretending to be perfect mothers with perfect children. At least now we can be more honest about the roller coaster nature of parenting. Its bad moments as well as its good.
Thanks, Maggie.
I read her post too--- magnificent!
Oh, how I remember those days. I remember the first time I drove to the grocery store with my 3 kids, including the newborn, and realizing I could not safely walk from the car to the store, and breaking down in tears.
It's the big kids, though that bring the true breakdowns in family, heart, and mind. We find that out as they grow up and there are no manuals and methods to deal with recalcitrant teens and young adults.
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