Me to untitledhusband: “So this woman in the Wal-Mart parking lot was yelling at her son. It was so loud and inappropriate. I saw the look on the little boy’s face, and it just broke my heart.”
untitledson (interjecting, as he so often does): “You broke your heart? (thoughtful pause) Maybe I can fix it with with with… tape.”
untitledson (who is three) said this as he contentedly ate spoonfuls of his Dora yogurt. Such innocence, such concern. Upon finishing his words, he resumed eating his yogurt, as if it were no big deal that his mother had melted into a heaving pile on the floor, her heart forever jumbled up in knots over this little boy before her. I do believe the hardest part about not being able to have another child is knowing that these moments will come and go, and there will be no one else to repeat them.
I have a real problem with people mistreating their kids.
When they get in my face for defending the child I tell them that there is nobody else to protect that child. I just cannot stand by while it continues.
Here in Canuckland, each citizen is required by law to report child abuse. I believe that is a good thing.
There is a certain amount of pressure in having an only. You’ve got but one chance to get it right, one chance to experience all there is to experience.
I struggle with it, too. (also not my choice)
I fought infertility for 8 years, I know how heartbreaking it ALL is. If you have decided that adoption isnt an option for your family, and you raise your son as an only child, please don’t expend any of your energy for sadness. You will look back and realize that you missed so much. When I finally had the baby that I had wanted my whole life, my mom (and closest confidant) died when my baby was 6 weeks old. I was so distraught that I barely remember my son as a baby. It breaks my heart that I let my sadness get in the way of me recording and remembering all the wonderful things he did.
Wonderwoman you are so wise.
We all need to remember to live in the moment.