My teenage daughter brings out everything beautiful and everything ugly in me. Where she is lovely, I am worn. When she is applying eyeliner and mascara to perfection on a schoolday, I am pulling on sweatpants. How can I want to be her mother and resent the responsibility at the same time?
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If it's any comfort, we are all there in that same pickle, my friend. I remember the first time I got out when I first had a baby. I couldn't wait to have a dinner with my husband alone and then all I did was talk about the baby. That pull and push never really ends, does it?
ReplyDeleteYes, Kim, it is always comforting to know one is not alone in such a pickle...especially to know that friends you like and respect [like you] are dealing with the same things. it is rough sometimes......taking care of myself, not getting completely lost in the shuffle, is the best defense, i think. have a good day. thanks, Kim alice
ReplyDeleteyou know the old saying--put the oxygen on yourself before you put it on the baby. If you pass out, you can't help the baby. xoxo
ReplyDeleteno question!! thanks Kim....:)
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