This book I’m reading about ‘spirited kids’ has been eye-opening. I’m reading it slowly as there is a lot to process. I’m at a section now where it talks about letting go of your dream ‘phantom’ child and getting on board with your very different, incredibly awesome child/children you got instead.
I always imagined motherhood to be about quiet snuggling, long serene walks and hours of reading books together (much like my own childhood experiences). I still have not completely accepted that this will never ever happen. Even as I sat with the boys last night on the couch to watch a family show, they could not sit still even for a millisecond. There was so much movement happening I’m surprised we all didn’t topple over into a big heap.
So, I can either keep my impossible dream of quietude alive or not. Which do you suppose will yield a better outcome?