Originally Posted by Anka
feh. I did spend time thinking if I would need to elaborate or if people would understand that the meaning was " realising, and accepting, that even mothers are only humans, not superbeings that never ever makes any misstake."
Though that was one dedicated mother cat.
I knew that's what you meant, but any chance to plug Scarlet the amazing mama-cat.... I was just a few months pregnant when I first saw the story on some cheesy amazing pet videos show and I was just a blubbering mess. (hormonal, much?)
When I think about this question I think about a story my mom tells. I was just 4 or 5 and decided that the best way to wear my coat was with my legs through the sleeves, zippered up like pants, a belt around my waist and the hood hanging between my legs. no shirt of course, since the coat came up to just under my arms. A real fashionista in the making right? Anyway, the story always ends with my mom saying something along the lines of "Well, she's not me is she?" This really stuck with me and I think that in many ways it continues to influence my parenting style. Even though, of course, children are reflections of their parents... they are not us Even at only 8 months, I look at Bea and marvel at her uniqueness, her absolute personhood. and when it comes time for her to wear her coat like pants to Grammy's fancy restaraunt birthday party I hope I can roll with it, step back and remember that she may be from me, but she is not me...
does this make sense?