Parenting Scars
I have stretch marks. Really, who wouldn’t after having 15+lbs of baby inside of them? I don’t really mind them, they are my badges of honor, they remind me of what my body did, how it made two babies at once and carried them until they were ready to be born.
They made me appreciate being healthy and having healthy children.
They are my mommy scars.
I have scars in my heart. Not literally but they hurt as much as if my heart had been cut.
I have had those “Oh my god, where is R, I can’t see her anywhere”
moments. She was never really lost just disguised amongst various other children of varying sizes and shapes.
One year ago something almost, could have, easily happened to L and I have never been the same since.
He wasn’t hurt but the fact he so easily could have been, how quick and easy something could have happened to my baby shook me to the core and I have never been the same.
I have never talked about it to anyone.
I may never.
The knowledge not only makes me feel guilty but reminds me just how vigilant and careful we have to be with our children.
E and I have this common knowledge and maybe it makes us better parents because of it. Maybe it makes us worse parents because we were not careful enough.
Each of these scars I have make me who I am, make me a mother, make me a better person.
For that I am grateful.
What are you parent scars?
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December 5th, 2006 at 10:53 am
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