


So, I'm not sure I should be writing right now...I'm on a very strong pain killer to relieve my burning migraine, it's 12:08 am, I'm coming down with some sort of cold or something, I've been crying a lot of the day, I think I am PMSing, and it's just been one of those days. Most of you should just opt out of reading this considering the list that goes on of why I should NOT be writing right now. But, out of this post, perhaps I will get some counseling from all the wise and perfect mothers out there, although I would prefer advise from all the non-perfect and crazy ones right now. Here's my question...do you ever feel like you have been given a beautiful, blonde-haired, hazel-eyed, funny, sensitive, totally normal but high-maintenance child that you don't know how to mother. You feel totally incompetent, unworthy, and just don't have the skills needed to teach. That's the best way I can describe it...the way I feel on days like today. Nothing in particular happened out of the norm, I just have those days every now and then (I don't get it)! What is wrong with ME...not her! And then, after that thought, do any of you start to think of all the things you might have done wrong while trying to teach your infant/toddler (like, what the heck was I thinking when I started to bite her back when she would bite...SO NOT ME, and SO NOT GOOD FOR HER...or attempting all methods of 'sleep training' which made me more miserable than her...or having a tear-attack (nervous breakdown is another phrase) with her in sight...or having a second baby too soon for her tender and needy personalilty...just to name a few things I think of often). Well, that's where Im at folks. I can't express to anyone the way my heart swells for this little girl when I watch her sleep and kiss her chuncky soft cheeks, or watch her play with her babies like they have real beating hearts, or see the few sweet moments she has with her little brother. And I never wonder why I was the lucky one to recieve her because I know God knew that I would give my very last breath for her...but I do wonder if I'm doing what's right for her, the right way for her, living up to God's expectations. I guess I have to trust that Heavenly Father knew what He was doing when He sent her to me to be my first. I have to trust that she will have the strength to get through all the tests and experiments needed to know what works and what doesn't. I'm sorry, Rae. I will tell that to you now cause I know I'm not a perfect person, therefor, I'm not a perfect mom. I've never done this before, but as my own wise mother said, I know how to love. And after I had you, I know how to love perfectly and that's what I can promise you I will do forever and ever! Goodnight:)