My childhood/adolescense/young adulthood was pretty sucky. Eventually Mom and I gained enough distance that I began calling her more than the requisite holidays, and she re-read all those stupid late-70s self-help books and actually took them to heart, and she began making a point of it to say nice things on occasion.
She still offers some ridiculous criticism and she falls really far short in some of the support areas I wish she didn't, but almost every phone conversation she does say that I'm being a good mom and that Squeaky is a lucky little girl.
Of course, then she starts telling me what I'm doing wrong in some other facet of my life, so it's not all hearts and flowers.
ITA with the original list of concerns. Squeaky was a "sprited" child who cried all night, every night for a couple months because of colic and dairy sensitivity and probably picking up on my stress levels because DADDY was a psycho, but then every morning as soon as Daddy left, Squeaky and I took over the big bed and nursed and snuggled and slept for hours and went on to have fine, fun days. Even now, she's about 21 months, and she still doesn't sleep through the night. She and I snuggle on the couch, watching the "moon and maps" show (the weather channel) and we're okay.
I am, however, precariously teetering on the very real fear that my trusting, friendly little girl will be too friendly to the wrong person and s/he'll take her away from me. That gives me nightmares without falling asleep.
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Date: 2005-11-02 04:34 pm (UTC)She still offers some ridiculous criticism and she falls really far short in some of the support areas I wish she didn't, but almost every phone conversation she does say that I'm being a good mom and that Squeaky is a lucky little girl.
Of course, then she starts telling me what I'm doing wrong in some other facet of my life, so it's not all hearts and flowers.
ITA with the original list of concerns. Squeaky was a "sprited" child who cried all night, every night for a couple months because of colic and dairy sensitivity and probably picking up on my stress levels because DADDY was a psycho, but then every morning as soon as Daddy left, Squeaky and I took over the big bed and nursed and snuggled and slept for hours and went on to have fine, fun days. Even now, she's about 21 months, and she still doesn't sleep through the night. She and I snuggle on the couch, watching the "moon and maps" show (the weather channel) and we're okay.
I am, however, precariously teetering on the very real fear that my trusting, friendly little girl will be too friendly to the wrong person and s/he'll take her away from me. That gives me nightmares without falling asleep.