Chesapeake Bay Woman Looking Terrified
(as she should have been)
I remember sitting on our little sofa with Husband and watching a local TV country music show. Suddenly I burst into tears for no reason. Husband tried to comfort me by offering to change the channel; but in spite of my loathing for country music, that was not the cause for my distress. In fact, I had no idea what the cause was. My mother did.
Still ill at ease with the job, I show my panic,
while CB baby is all like "I've got this."
Mother knew the frightening aspect of being responsible for a tender new soul, for the prospect of failure and guilt, and knowing you are as unprepared to raise a child as you are to disarm a nuclear bomb.
Our pediatrician told me that he knew full well I wanted to give him that baby on our first visit. The baby fitful and my breasts blazing sore, he was dead right.
My mother, bless her, mentioned every possible bad outcome - not the least of which was her precognition that our baby was to have a sad life. Needing to justify this gloomy forecast, I inquired why she could possibly think that. She posited that it was in our baby's face. That, I explained in a moment of lucidity, is because I ate peanuts causing the breast milk to induce gas pains...and there you have it. I found my backbone of confidence!
My mother enjoyed these three more than anyone!
I cried for no reason on a regular basis for years, then came the real reasons for crying, and finally the tear ducts and ovaries shriveled up and the apathy of old age emerged hardened and resigned.
And they all lived happily ever after.
Happy Mother's Day! I'm glad we got through it!
Stay tuned for Father's Day!