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That IS scary–that knowledge that we can’t truly protect them. But we have to let them go into the world, or else it would be like locking Rapunzel in the tower.
I always enjoy your posts.
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Thanks.
Oh, absolutely, we have to let them go, but not at six months. It was just a lot of stuff all coming together.
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Oh absolutely!!! I didn’t mean YOU specifically–6 months is so teeny tiny 🙂
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I know we have to let them go, but not at six months. There were just a lot of things coming at me at the same time then.
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Oh sounds just like what used to happen to me, used to have pretty horrific dreams which involved my babies.. Now they are so much more grown up, that part starts to fade away, some days I think it’s time to chuck them out of the nest real soon! 😉
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Yeah, I don’t have those dreams anymore, either. But as babies they’re helpless and they can;t be r5easoned into staying very quiet.
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There’s one here who we (still) can’t keep quiet either!
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Oh, that’s funny!
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What a horrifying dream. I’m not our boys biological mom and didn’t start caring for them until they were 2, 4 and 12. So I missed their earliest years. but I had a toddler and an autistic preschooler and I learned pretty quickly the terror that comes when I realized what could happen to them if my attention lapsed for even a minute. Or the first time the youngest was hospitalized with an illness and I realized that no matter how hard I tried, there were some things I would never be able to protect them from. Being a parent is the scariest thing I’ve even done. I can’t imagine caring for them as infants. Still sad that I missed that part though.
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Yes, it’s both the most terrifying and most gratifying thing ever, being a mom.
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