By Heather Thuesen
For me, the most nerve-wracking part of motherhood is that no matter how much I try to have control over a situation in parenting, my kids will still unpredictably be themselves. It’s a terrifying realization—my children are individuals. I like to think sometimes they’re merely extensions of me, that we’re a SuperUnit, jettisoning through life. However, some days (not all, thank goodness), when I feel like I am clinging to a speeding car and steering it through a harrowing obstacle course, the SuperUnit illusion shatters.
Don’t get me wrong, I think we’re Super, just not always a unit. And if we’re a unit, sometimes it’s like a puzzle, and I’m fairly certain a few of the pieces are lying under the sofa somewhere, hiding from the vacuum. Oh, yeah, there’s where the piece of Infinite Patience should be for mom’s “Nag For the Millionth Time Fuse,” and yep, over there, that’s the piece where daughter’s “Self Control of Argumentative Mouth” piece should be. And scattered about are the places where son’s “Maybe I Shouldn’t Have Taken That Thingy Apart” and “That’s Right, Throwing a Fit Was So Two-Years-Old” pieces should be. I have to believe these pieces will be found, or can be replaced, because I fear what this puzzle of our family will look like if they aren’t.
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Posted in Stories on Friday, May 11th, 2012 | 1 Comment »
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