Mimi is taking care of you during the day. You run to her with open arms and your dimple pressed in from smiling. It is a gift from mum to me that she is so willing and able to take care of you. She has flown out here until the end of the year, to ensure you have the best possible care for your first year away from me. We are so lucky.
What is funny about the situation is, while I feel you push my hand away when I feed you, so that you can do it yourself... I hear myself do the same thing to my mum.
Mimi: There is ham, and cheese and yogurt... and broccoli and bread for her.
Me: Ok, Mum.
Mimi: But there is chicken and cheese. And ham and yogurt.
Me: Alright.
Mimi: Here, I will cut up the cheese, in to tiny bites.
Me: Ok Mum. Thanks... Let me do it. Ok. Just let me do it.
(all the while Miss K is insisting she use the spoon to feed herself, shrieking and shaking her head no when I try to interfere).
So this is life. My mum parenting me parenting my kid. My toddler fighting to help herself, me insisting that I make my own choices, my mum longing to nourish us both.
"Growing up means letting go... a little bit at a time. And it's possibly the most challenging aspect of mothering, requiring you to dig deep, plumb the depth of insecurity, develop maturity and wisdom, and overcome the itching desire to pull close and hold tight". L. Skomal
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