The greatest drive of my mothering is protection based in the most intense love possible. Almost from the moment I was pregnant it was about the survival of my child. It was not an easy pregnancy. There were weeks vomiting my insides out worrying about nutrition. More weeks of praying she was still alive at the all too frequent ultrasounds. Finally we get to birth and the first night spent in NICU. By the time I finally had my baby there was nothing I would not say, do, be, create for my child. I would battle to the death to protect that demanding little creature. Fortunately, as months go on we mothers forget the traumas of pregnancy. A small amount of sanity returns to our brains, usually when the child is a toddler and just destroyed something that was priceless. But then it’s “I may yell at my baby, but heaven help the person who would dare say the same thing.” It is also in those toddler years that I came to the most alarming conclusion of my life. To be a good parent I will hav...
by Tracey Krueger