Do we learn how to mother from our own or is it a gift that is inherent? As we sit on our flight to Colorado I’m faced with this question, not for the first time. Sandwiched as I am between two toddlers desperate for sleep. The one in front of us is gently rocked and given his blanket. He falls asleep after a few fussy moments. The one behind us kicks and screams as her mother’s only answer is “stop, what’s wrong with you?”. Never mind that I’m being repeatedly kicked, I worry for the child still needing rest. Will she be a fitful adult, never able to quiet the voices in her own head? Will he find pleasure in the quiet moments that come so easily to him? Is this the only place we can learn the much needed skills? When a mother’s way of “soothing” is to say the child’s name again and again with acid undertones, is this how we lose affinity for our own name and thus maybe ourselves?
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By e on July 15, 2011
Mostly I am grateful to not be flying with toddlers of my own. I’m also made to reflect, hopeful that when given the opportunity to soothe my children when they have found themselves out of sorts, that whatever mistakes I have made (I’m sure there were a few) they weren’t enough to keep them from peace.E