Jekyll and Hyde
One minute, she’s so cute that I think my heart may just explode in my chest. She makes me laugh with wild abandon and she makes me so glad to be right there in the moment with her.
The next minute, she’s a whiny, tantrumy mess and I cannot wait to get away from her for five minutes. I wonder what the hell I was thinking when I decided having a kid was a great idea.
On and on it goes. Every day, every week, every month. I know this is how it will be for the rest of my life and at the end of the day, I’m supremely glad for it. Although, it does make me wish that my mom was still alive so that I can apologize to her from the bottom of my heart. I had NO IDEA.
Again, I’m sorry about your mom. This must be the kind of thing moms of adult children LIVE for, because SERIOUSLY.
The thing that is so weird to me is the concept that my mom loves me THAT MUCH. Like, the way I feel about AD, that’s the way MY mom feels about ME? NO WAY!
Tessie - I think about that, too. That my mom loved me as much as I love Maddie. It’s mind boggling, isn’t it?
I apologized to my Mom; I think most of us do that or want to when we finally become moms ourselves. “Gah, I’m sorry I was such a selfish little TWIT! I understand now what you went through!”
Do you believe in an afterlife with your religion? If so, then apologize to her in prayer.
And she will smile, wherever she is.
I love what you and Tessie said about our moms loving us that much. I guess you don’t really get it until you have your own, even though everyone tells you about it. I’m sorry you don’t have your mom, too. I can’t imagine being without mine.
When I acted up as a kid my mom always said that she was going to tell my future kids about what I had done to give them ideas about what they could do to me. At the time I didn’t really get it. Now I do, even though I don’t have kids yet.
In the space of ten minutes, I went from “hugging Elizabeth and telling her what a nice, nice girl she was, thinking what a good little companion she is” to “sitting on the hallway floor, not responding anymore to endless, endless demands and wishing the children would GO AWAY.”
Right there with you, girl. It’s insanity, isn’t it?
One of those things that our parents said we would never understand until we had children of our own and we just rolled our eyes and said “right…” under our breath, so our parents couldn’t hear us.
Yeah, I so get that.
HUGS!
grace