Friday, August 27, 2010
I am missing a gene.
The gene that causes some people to need to be needed. I do not need needing. Don't want needing, although I wouldn't mind some kneading...shoulders are kinda tight, but I digress. Some mothers love this feeling, of being needed. When my 4 year old says, "I can do it, Mama. I don't need help", my heart soars. :) Could it be the constant, never ending fatigue that makes me want to jump up and slap my granny, you ask? Possibly. Or it could be the non-stop feeling of being pecked to death by a chicken, the hanging on my shirt, wrapped around my leg, screeching, pulling at my hair, and slapping at my face (that would be the baby, not the 4 year old!) that makes me long for my children's independence? Probably. Cold hearted? Never. I love them deeply and completely, but please stop touching me. :)
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It is TAXING. It is very hard to have anyone pulling at you- even someone you love so much! Completely understand.
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