Today I thought ...
I watch over my children as though my sanity were dependent upon their survival.
Then I realized: it is.
posted by bogusboobs at 5:34 PM
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
I watch over my children as though my sanity were dependent upon their survival.
Then I realized: it is.
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10 Comments:
Here here. It's really tough when your child is ill and no one can do a blasted thing about it...nothing but time will help. And I'm terribly impatient.
Of course it is. My SIL has a theory that once you know you are carrying that life inside you a whole new worry gene blossoms fully formed in your psyche. You worry about things that never occured to you before and learn how to worry constantly while you go about the rest of your life. My mother tells me this does not go away no matter how old the children get and the worry increases in direct proportion to how many grandchildren are born.
You children are beauties - must take after their Mom (although your husband is nothing to sneeze at!)
Mike and I are mutts, but thanks.
My Mom was always the town worry wart. We tried to calm her, but to no avail. She'd always say: "I'll stop worrying when they close the BOX!"
Now I get it.
Hannah had a little medical crisis when she was 27 hours old and I'll never forget the horror that swept through me standing there in the NICU as I realized that if anything happened to that baby, there wouldn't be enough of me left to save, I'd be wrecked and ruined and there'd be no coming back, ever. "I don't even KNOW you yet and already you are the single most important thing that has ever been or will ever be again. How the HELL am I going to feel about you when you're two if this is how you affect me at 27 hours old?" The terror was cold and hard and tasted like copper. The vulnerablility of loving another human more than you love yourself is divine and ghastly at the same time.
Truly ....
I realize the depth of love when you can feel your "soul" move and quake at the site of your children. Pride, angst, love, fear, can dangle in the actions and words of our babies.
I have 3 "life changers"and wouldnt, couldnt "BE" without any of them.
Your children are beautiful.
Yes, Kate and Jen said it best. I felt so lost when my middle son went to college this fall. The grocery store-- depressing!- no more needing to plan huge meals revolving around giant hunks of meat. What to do? No more Friday night football. Yikes! No more side line photography. boohoo! No more booster club meetings. OK- that part was good. No more obssessing over every cut, swelling and bruise (happens a lot in football). You know, that part was ok too. Eventually I got over myself and found other stuff to keep me busy. Of course I ALWAYS have Test Case to worry about (seizureboy), but that's all background buzz that I'm (finally) used to.
you girls have said it all.... and it never never goes away, not at any age. Kate your sil is right.... a worry gene develops from conception really.
Grace, the children are beautiful... they are so happy.
wishing you and yours a great weekend
lotsa luv ann xxxxx
The kids are so beautiful. Look at those faces. And they are so lucky to have a mother like you. :)
Simply beautiful....Look at those smiles!
When I was on vacation a few months ago, the first message at my hotel was from my dad, he wanted to make sure I arrived safely. (I'm 45!) It never ends!!
Grace: I am so behind on shopping for the season. I need help. Please fly down here and help me. I will take you to Graceland. Well I will drop you off there. I could never stomach it again but I am desperate. Name your price. Jill
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