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I've been doing this parent thing for just under thirteen years and the majority of the time, I cope all right. I handle stuff, maybe not perfectly, but we muddle through.
Then there are times where I feel completely unprepared to be someone's mother. And worse, times when I glimpse the future, look at my coping skills, shake my head, mumble, "No frakking way" and contemplate taking up drinking heavily. The allure of oblivion happens more and more frequently as we careen toward the teenage years.
Occasionally, JUST occasionally, there are moments of parental triumph that outshine everything I've ever done that I know will scar her for life and keep some future therapist in very expensive shoes for a very long time. I'm not saying I am a better mother than my mother was, but I am pretty damn sure she wouldn't have stopped getting ready for work and skipped breakfast in order to defeat a dozen or so Dementors for me.
It's a good day.
Then there are times where I feel completely unprepared to be someone's mother. And worse, times when I glimpse the future, look at my coping skills, shake my head, mumble, "No frakking way" and contemplate taking up drinking heavily. The allure of oblivion happens more and more frequently as we careen toward the teenage years.
Occasionally, JUST occasionally, there are moments of parental triumph that outshine everything I've ever done that I know will scar her for life and keep some future therapist in very expensive shoes for a very long time. I'm not saying I am a better mother than my mother was, but I am pretty damn sure she wouldn't have stopped getting ready for work and skipped breakfast in order to defeat a dozen or so Dementors for me.
It's a good day.