Wednesday
Jan072009
holding hands
no one told me that one day, my child would be old enough to wipe his own bottom without supervision. one day I would not fret over spilled food, high fever or struggle with feelings of inadequacy and guilt. and that my heart would ache, oh so much, realizing that motherhood is not about feeding little bellies or shaping characters anymore. it is about providing my sons with a sense of safety and consistency. it is about helping them make their own choices, and fully understand the consequences of those choices. it is about preparing them for a life where they will no longer need me.
Reader Comments (10)
Beautifully written, Irene. You're facility with the English language amazes me -- seriously, most native-English-speakers could take such a lesson from you.
it's so so true.
P.S. Love the photo!
very well put
thank you again!!!