Prenatal: There were times when I wanted to shoot your father where it would do the most good (harm?). I thought if this baby isn't a girl, I'm sending it back!
Perinatal: IT'S A GIRL! Thank you, Lord! She's beautiful.
Postnatal: Why won't she nurse? Oh, she won't cuddle.
Doctor, she won't nurse. She absolutely will NOT take the nipple.
Pediatrician: Well, start giving her a bottle. And PROP it.
Me: Nonono, I want to nurse her. I want to hold her close.
Pediatrician: Prop it. You said she doesn't want to cuddle.
*teary sigh*
Why did I go through those miserable nine months of barely able to get out of bed, and I get a baby who doesn't want to cuddle?
Why me??
She's three years old and wonders why her brothers run away from her. She's three years old and squirms when her mother wants to hold her. She's three years old and beautiful.
She's five years old and READING! Oh. Big brother decided she, too, should know how to read before she starts school. (He taught himself, and then taught little brother.)
She's six years old and loves the clothes Mom made for her--just for her--her pretty school clothes. She likes the pinafore best.
Oh, shall we skip the teen years? Please, let's do. And the broken ankle. Oh, is she trying to kill herself again? (Come to the present: She's still trying.) The dramatics outside of Drama class. She has her father wound around her little finger, and would just as soon her mother disappear.
Segue to the mature years. She's fortymmmmmm now and thinks Mom might have a place in the world. She calls me an Inspiration. Hmmm, well, that can be taken two ways, so I'll take the positive. She says she loves me, but sometimes doesn't like me very much.
And I have two wonderful grandchildren from her. Thank you!
And the child would wouldn't nurse, who wouldn't cuddle, who wanted me to go away? She has turned out to be My Best Friend. My Rock.
Thank you for being just the way you are.
Love,
Ma
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Megan has seen the original of this, but I'll let her make her comment here, if she wants to.
Happy Mothers Day to all you lovely long-suffering angels we call Mom.
Shalom
Comments (10)
Happy Mother's Day!
Ani
I hope you have a wonderful day tomorrow(I guess it's actually today). I really enjoyed reading your entry.
I loved your pages in the journal, especially your drawings.
Happy Mother's Day, beautiful soul.
Hugs, Tiggs
I remember how VERY wonderful mom-made dresses were!!!!!!
Actually Big Bother learned me to read before I was 5. And in second- fifth grades I was helping the Other kids to read, and discovered my dyslexia thereby.
And yeah I'm just as happy to be 700 mi away from mom, and yet I do miss her (somewhat) And do still nag her when I think she needs it.
Truth to tell it would be hard to imagine some one else as MOM! You let (encouraged) me to be ME!
So once again I thank you (and G-D)for being my mom.
Very appropriate..
I loved the pinafore my grandmaw made just for me.. But I wore it to Jr. High and got teased something horrible.. Oh well. I did survive
Mother's day was very nice.. I visited with both my kids and two of my grands and 3 of my great grands.. Weather was perfect for BBQ and we enjoyed sitting in the yard which I planted with flowers *(gosh that is one large yard) and the veg garden at the west side of yard, for my Mom for mom's day.. Mom didn't feel well though, and that was the only thing that wasn't perfect..
happy moms day Chaya
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Alli