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My grass is green enough.

Somewhere among the way, I made a mistake. Or two. And the rest of the authority figures in the lives of my children just may have made a couple. As a result, here is a house full of flawed, imperfect people. Considering the sources, why am I continually surprised at continual imperfections in my offspring?



Moms can get brutal:
She can't possibly understand because she has that a fancy car and stuff.
She doesn't know because she only has two.
Or three.
She is out of the loop.
Staying at home is 24/7.
That's gonna bite her back one day.
But we have some special needs.
It's easier for her because she doesn't have to work and mustn't that be nice?
She has family to help her.
She only has girls.
Her husband does half of it.
She doesn't have to deal with all these spoiling grandmas.
Her kids are older so she can reason with them.
It's simpler over there because there's less estrogen.
She has babies and isn't that simple?

Nevertheless, when exposed, our hearts are indistinguishable:
I want them to be safe.
I want them to be righteous.
I want them to have every advantage at their disposal.
I want them to be grateful.
I want them to have healthy friendships.
I want them to be successful.
I want them to find love.
I want them to be happy.

My route is unconventional but my goals follow tradition.

Comments

  1. This brought me to tears. So true, and so beautifully expressed. I am continually surprised and impressed by your insight, Heather.

    m.mumm

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  2. p.s. This is a subject I find endlessly fascinating, yet tragically sad. Why do you reckon it is that women so often find it easier (or even enjoyable?) to tear one another apart rather than helping to build one another up?

    I know that I, personally, have difficulty forming close relationships with women because I so desperately fear this very sort of harsh judgement.

    I honestly believe that most of us are doing the best we can. I also believe that most of our kids are gonna be just fine, both because of and despite us.

    m.mumm

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  3. I agree, especially with your last statement. It delights me that you read my blog and that it spoke to you. Read Thirty Nine. There you will find a nod to your beautiful daughter. ;)

    Thanks for your comments. Such joy!

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  4. Many thanks to Weekend Rewind@ http://lifeinapinkfibro.blogspot.com/.

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  5. here on the rewind.
    This is so wonderfully well expressed and so very true x

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  6. Stopping by from the rewind.

    Beautifully written and oh so true.

    xo
    babymama

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  7. What a beautiful post. Thanks for Rewinding at the Fibro.

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