"I can't do this," I heard myself mutter.
The words came out of my mouth before I even knew what I was saying, and the fact that I truly felt incapable startled me. Was I capable of being a good mom? Though I loved my children, I had to admit that, at the end of many days, I did feel disillusioned, depleted, and perplexed by my own weakness and unhappiness.
Now that it's been a decade since I pronounced myself a maternal failure, I like to think I have a little perspective on the matter.
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