Monday, 4 February 2013
Evolution of a Parent -
Introduction
Becoming a mother for the first time, was a JOY, although the experience was fraught with trials and tribulations. So much to give. So much to share. So much to learn. So many nights without sleep. So many days full of playfulness and lots & lots of work.
When my second child was born, I became a referee jumping around the ring to ensure fair play between my 'David & Goliath'. I had to be quick, I had to be nimble, I had to be fair, I had to be fearless. Most of all, I had to have eyes in the back of my head.
My Son had filled our lives with joyous play & laughter and My Daughter brought to our home the gentle fragrance of tenderness with a whisper of contentment. These two precious gifts were to us the fulfilment of our bond of love & friendship.
I remember each moment of their early childhood that was snapped or recorded but try as I might, I cannot see the details. Like a roller-coaster ride with its highs and lows, the scenery is blurred but annotated with snapshots of expressions& moments when we pass the camera!
Plan, prepare, read, consult as much as one might, the experience takes over and leaves one reeling when, one day, a 24 year old giant looks down at you with his eyes full of savvy with a hint of mischief and the 22 year old offers you wisdom & wit beyond her years.
Pride with a 'ping' fills my heart when I realise that I am no longer the provider, the protector, the source of all wisdom for them, who may now prepare to start the journey towards parenthood themselves.
So many questions fill my mind.
Did I do right?
Did I do enough?
Was I a good example to them?
Could I have done so much more?
&
Who will look after them when....... I am not allowed to say this?
A good answer for me would be, 'I don't know BUT I did my very best.
Because the best is what I owe them for giving me the honour of being..
a Parent.
I am being encouraged by these very children now to share my thoughts with you through a Blog. So here it is:
Reflections: - not weighed, not measured ....Simply......dilse ( from the heart)
Introduction
Becoming a mother for the first time, was a JOY, although the experience was fraught with trials and tribulations. So much to give. So much to share. So much to learn. So many nights without sleep. So many days full of playfulness and lots & lots of work.When my second child was born, I became a referee jumping around the ring to ensure fair play between my 'David & Goliath'. I had to be quick, I had to be nimble, I had to be fair, I had to be fearless. Most of all, I had to have eyes in the back of my head.
My Son had filled our lives with joyous play & laughter and My Daughter brought to our home the gentle fragrance of tenderness with a whisper of contentment. These two precious gifts were to us the fulfilment of our bond of love & friendship.
I remember each moment of their early childhood that was snapped or recorded but try as I might, I cannot see the details. Like a roller-coaster ride with its highs and lows, the scenery is blurred but annotated with snapshots of expressions& moments when we pass the camera!
Plan, prepare, read, consult as much as one might, the experience takes over and leaves one reeling when, one day, a 24 year old giant looks down at you with his eyes full of savvy with a hint of mischief and the 22 year old offers you wisdom & wit beyond her years.
Pride with a 'ping' fills my heart when I realise that I am no longer the provider, the protector, the source of all wisdom for them, who may now prepare to start the journey towards parenthood themselves.
So many questions fill my mind.
Did I do right?
Did I do enough?
Was I a good example to them?
Could I have done so much more?
&
Who will look after them when....... I am not allowed to say this?
A good answer for me would be, 'I don't know BUT I did my very best.
Because the best is what I owe them for giving me the honour of being..
a Parent.
I am being encouraged by these very children now to share my thoughts with you through a Blog. So here it is:
Reflections: - not weighed, not measured ....Simply......dilse ( from the heart)
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