a mother’s diary

August 3rd, 2019

April 5, 2002

Today Georgia found this forgotten diary in my nightstand and called it hers. I slid it back to my spot after a lapse. So much is different. Saying nothing says it all. Her dad is far away on a long trip and Georgia has had her fill of me. I am so tired. I have gone and given everything away again. There she is crying out in her sleep. I covered her and rubbed her back. She will feel it 50 years from now.

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3 Comments »

  1. This is mothering.

    Comment by Debra Bures — August 3, 2019 @ 3:06 pm

  2. But … love.

    Comment by Bonnie Rae — August 3, 2019 @ 5:39 pm

  3. Yes that is the thing with children, sometimes you just forget to stop giving until there is nothing left for yourself.
    You can question whether that is doing them a favour as a person.
    My eldest is quite melancholy. When unexpected setbacks happen she feels that, I jump into immediate problem solving. Were these two things merged into one person, that would be perfect, now we do run into misunderstandings. She thinks I don’t care in those moments, while I don’t want her to feel like what went wrong is who she is as a person.
    A (virtual) hug for you. I hope you find some rest somewhere in between the moments with your child.

    Comment by Simone — August 4, 2019 @ 2:52 am

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