Texana said:
I think that Kate very much wanted children, but the reality of three under five was much more than she ever imagined. And as older parents, they had had plenty of time to imagine how their children would be, and of course, form opinions about that as well. (The "if I had children they would never..." line of thinking.)
At the heart of all this is a kind of denial, I believe. A denial that they were not perfect parents (because they've both always been perfect at whatever they tried to do) and a denial that they might have either put her in danger ("a mistake, if you can call it that..." "Naive, at worst.")
So my question is at this point: How much are they denying? IIf they cannot admit or recognize even the slightest bit of responsibility for leaving Madeleine and her siblings alone that night, even to the point of saying "Definitely a mistake in hindsight" not "If you can call it that" then to where does that denial stop?
You said it better than I ever could - such a great post, Texana! :clap:
teacherbees said:
Superlatives such as you've never heard would be coming out of my mouth. Because, let's face it, every child can be "naughty" but mothers are the ones who are most likely to gloss over the bad side and call up a thousand details to support claims that their child is the most wonderful little person ever to grace the planet.
My kids were rowdy when they were little. My daughter was precocious and noisy, and liked to sing at the top of her lungs. She and her brother liked to do cartwheels across the living room before supper. All three of my kids liked to crawl under the table, and play hide and go seek all over the house. My older son cried every time he had to brush his teeth, and often would not stay in bed. My youngest was much more quiet, but he liked to bounce on the couch cushions and play sword fighting.
And yet, if I had lost any of them as toddlers, God forbid, I would have talked about how sweet they were, and how the youngest boy sucked his thumb and loved his blankey, and how my older son used to pick little flowers for me sometimes, and what books my daughter loved, and what made them laugh, and their first words, and funny things they did.
I really wanted to be a mother, but going from work to motherhood was not easy for me either. I thought I had to be supermom at first, and have a spotless house and a perfect baby. With my oldest, I thought something was wrong when she didn't follow the baby book guidelines. I was stressed out all the time.
Finally, my mother gave me the best advice - throw away the book and study your child, and don't worry if the dishes pile up. Bless you Mom!
I eventually became the most laid-back mother I know, because life is too short, and you have to accept that kids are not in control of their emotions, and they have to just pitch a fit now and then. And as I look back, I recall the fun we had, and not the times they were "naughty." They don't know they are being naughty - they are just being kids.