Let’s talk about shame. In particular my shame over having unconventional plans in place for how my little family has managed with a newborn. Our plans were not what I have considered in my mind to be ‘normal’ and I have been plagued with guilt and shame & thoughts that I’m a bad mum who is not good enough and should be able to manage but can’t because of these ideas. 1,090 more words
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My friend’s mother has a phrase we repeated when we dwelled in the Realm of Raising Toddlers: after happiness comes tears.
After playing with sand, a spat over ownership of a small red shovel – as if the earth’s continued rotation depended on who held that plastic scoop. 149 more words
At dinner, my nearly-12-year-old daughter laughs with her friend, dirt smeared in patches on her face – under one eye, at her forehead’s crest – possibly where she’s swatted at black flies, or where she’s lain on the earth this summery Sunday, looking at something I’ll never know. 198 more words