My Family: My Mother, My Role Model Essay - …
Wow! I don’t normally comment on things I read, but this really spoke to my emotions and was beautifully written. I am currently holding my baby in the NICU who was born at 25 weeks. It has been a terrifying experience, and there is a part of me that will probably always blame myself even though I know that’s wrong. This baby has already changed the way I view things, and I have a feeling he has a few more lessons to teach me. I am already learning how little control I have over life, and how to accept that. Thanks for sharing your story!
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Dee…THANK YOU ! Thank you for saying what I was first muttering then bellowing throughout my reading of this article . With additional ” ARE you fucking kidding me?? “s thrown in . How in the jesus do you describe a guy that …seriously ? – …leaves his nasty draws lying ON THE FLOOR ? Behind a damn DOOR ?? – for the maid to pick up you understand , as perfect for you etc?? Plus all the other stuff. I don’t believe I have ever …and I am past the half century mark…seen a worse case of denial , self-hatred , enabling or Doormat Syndrome in an otherwise bright , articulate young woman . Has this girl no FRIENDS ? Who might mirror to her what is actually going on ? Her interesting disquisition on women/ artists , time , Motherhood and the like simply disappears under an avalanche of what on EARTH is this girl permitting which any sensible reader must be thinking .
This is amazingly well-written, and very moving. My nephew has Apert Syndrome; his big facial reconstruction surgery is in less than a month. I’ve just sent your article to his mom and grandmother–I know they’ll find this at least as insightful (probably more) than I did. Thank you for sharing your story.
Essay about My Family: My Mother, My Role Model - …
I could relate to many parts of your well-written, profound story and I appreciate your thoughts on suffering. My youngest was born with craniosynostosis, which was mostly fixed by surgery. It’s difficult for mothers NOT to blame themselves when their babies are born imperfect by worldly standards. Your daughter is lovely, and she is lucky to have a mother like you.
Mother Tongue essay by Amy Tan – an essay
I put my notebooks on a shelf when my triplet burdens of motherhood, mortgage and man were all I could juggle. Years later, when I wondered who I was, I picked up the creative pen again. I started with poems I could scribble out after work and the dinner was done and the babies were in bed. When they got so they could get the bus home I wrote short stories and after I left my marriage the words tumbled out freely in all the spare time not looking after a man brings forth. Pressing pause on my career released me from five day a week marathons and bought me Wednesdays – a break in the middle to write up a storm or a typhoon or a haiku. I have hard won my freedom to create. My daughters conspire with me to make it so for all of us. One paints and stidies and does all our cleaning. The other studies and writes and cooks for us. We’ve stepped out of the cycle with our education and set our sites on wanting less stuff and taking more time.
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Thank you Heather for sharing your story about your pregnancy and Fiona. Wow. This was so powerful and emotional. I’m not a mother but am a pro life advocate and I teach junior high children about all the life issues. When we discuss disabilities it raises some great dialogue with them.
Thank you again for writing this and I’ll be keeping you and your family in my thoughts and prayers daily.
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This was so good. I am always so impressed by my fellow mothers of more than one child (it’s true – one is so simple) who can produce creative works. My husband claims to be supportive of my dreams, but really has no clue how much I’ve sacrificed my own life and dreams to support him as wife and mother. I encourage him to go to that multi-day cross-country conference, but then hear complaints when I speak aloud my dream of going away alone for a couple days when the baby no longer needs me so desperately.
Thank you for this article. You put into words so many of my own thoughts.
And about the underwear, you may never be able to train your husband to pick it up. My own cannot see the the small bits and pieces of his grooming that he leaves behind. His eyes are only open to the details that matter to him. Tiny, infuriating hairs will never fall into that category.