Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Wordy Wednesday #75

She is just over two years old in this picture. Her brother is pushing four. The look on her face speaks of distress to me. It was a mask she wore often, beginning at about 16, 17, 18 months of age and not ending until...until far too late, in my mind. You want to see a mother beat herself up? Talk to me about my oblivion, about my callousness, about my apparent indifference.

She is 11 now. She is in middle school. She is smart and sweet and interesting and offbeat and talented. When distress comes, as we all know it ultimately will, I pray I get the chance to do right by her.
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D... said...

Ah, a mother's guilt. There's nothing like it, is there? Sigh.

Coal Miner's Granddaughter said...

Yep. What D said. I've had plenty of my mom's guilt heaped upon me and I know have a ton of it from being a mom myself. Gad. It's horrible, isn't it?

Beck said...

I know that guilt. In every picture from my oldest child's first month, she's chewing on her hand - at the time I thought it was cute and now I know SHE WAS HUNGRY.
Gah. Guilt.


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