I took this photo sitting on a bench in a shopping centre. I’d just been bitten by my son when I held his hand to cross the road. It really hurt and in the moments that followed I didn’t know how to react so I walked him to the nearest bench without saying a word, held back the tears and took a photo.
I can write about it now. It was some time ago. I’m not very good at talking about things as they happen or while they’re ‘raw’ for me. I’m better talking about things later - once its all better.
Loyalty is a quality that my teachers often remarked about on my report cards. An admirable trait but sometimes it doesn’t serve any favours. As a mother I often remain tight lipped about my children’s flaws – perhaps feeling that it would be a betrayal of them if I admitted that they weren’t perfect? None of us in this house is perfect. Not even close.
I’ve read many posts and comments out there in blogland which make parenting and motherhood sound so peachy-keen. That ‘bad’ days really aren’t that bad and in many ways just a quirky part of raising a family. Touch wood (I am incredibly superstitious you know) because we haven’t had a bad day around here in a while… but when they happen (and I know they’re certain to come again - life is so damn cyclical) it sucks. Totally sucks. There is nothing cute, endearing or quirky about it.
I just wanted to put that out there… into blogland.