The Gift of Parenting

If you're lucky.

Although it may seem as if most of my time spent with Jordan was angst-filled and stressful, it certainly was not. Granted, I was drawn to my journal during the rough patches, since writing was one of my coping mechanisms, but there were many journal entries where I just gushed over Jordan. Here are just a few examples:

“Jordan is an awesome person who really has learned to control her temper and anger."

"Jordan is so special, mature, and is becoming very self aware."

"Wow. Jordan is only going to get better and better! (if that's even possible) She has friends, she is happy, and she is well rounded. Life is good."

Yay!

As you can see, there were moments when I was thoroughly amazed by her abilities. When you are given this gift (the gift of parenting) which allows you to watch your child slowly morph from a totally dependent infant, into a self-assured, small person; it has the tendency of becoming all consuming; almost mind blowing... but in a good way. It's like watching a miracle blossoming, right before your eyes.

I'm not sure if all mothers, or all parents, for that matter, feel as emotionally attached to their children as I. My assumption is that they do. I realize that I was greatly effected by basically everything, each one of our kids went through, all of the time. For better or for worse (because yes, the highs are wonderful, but the lows are excruciating, and nearly unbearable), I still am today. I guess it's all a part of being a parent.

Thank you.

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