I am holding him in my arms. Squeezing so tightly I know my arms will probably be sore tomorrow. He is thrashing and his eyes are shut so very tightly. I am begging him to look at me so I can try again.. I was frustrated and exhausted because all I wanted him to do … [Read more…]
I long for the day when he will learn to self-soothe. But expecting that of him has just left us all frustrated and exhausted. So, maybe for now, I’ll choose the twenty steps back if it means I can take two steps forward.
If motherhood has changed me (emotionally, spiritually, psychologically), does not my body also have the right to be changed by motherhood?
I wish I could quit. Just lay down and say, “That’s the last straw. My back is broken. I give up.” But with this job, there is no laying down. No quitting. No giving up.
It was nearly two years ago now when I came out on my blog denouncing attachment parenting, saying simply, “Attachment parenting didn’t work for me. And, probably more importantly, attachment parenting didn’t work for Ezra.” That post – by far my most controversial – has been viewed over 7,000 times and has garnered a lot … [Read more…]
If I had to go back, I would still do it all over again, just the way it happened. But that’s not to say that it hasn’t been really really hard to mother through my twenties.