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<blockquote data-quote="Copabanana" data-source="post: 656009" data-attributes="member: 18958"><p>Yes. For years my response to my son was rage. I felt betrayed. I felt shame. I felt abandoned. I could not handle the injustice. That I had loved him so much, needed him so much. This story of redemption...could not end like this. My son was to replace the love I did not get. My son was to remedy my pain and fill my empty places.</p><p></p><p>It was not working. It must be my fault. I must try harder. I must do better. Still, nothing worked.</p><p></p><p>I tried more and more. It could not end like this. I could not end like this. My life became smaller and smaller. Nearly all of my competencies, my successes, I threw aside. Until nothing was left except two infants. My high chair tyrant, and the infant I long ago was. If I could not make them love me, take care of me. If I could not as a tiny girl summon up their strengths...seduce them to give me a little bit of what I needed. I would die.</p><p></p><p>What wonderful Mothering, Cedar, to have brought up your children to have a "poverty mindset" so that they have a head start "falling up."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Copabanana, post: 656009, member: 18958"] Yes. For years my response to my son was rage. I felt betrayed. I felt shame. I felt abandoned. I could not handle the injustice. That I had loved him so much, needed him so much. This story of redemption...could not end like this. My son was to replace the love I did not get. My son was to remedy my pain and fill my empty places. It was not working. It must be my fault. I must try harder. I must do better. Still, nothing worked. I tried more and more. It could not end like this. I could not end like this. My life became smaller and smaller. Nearly all of my competencies, my successes, I threw aside. Until nothing was left except two infants. My high chair tyrant, and the infant I long ago was. If I could not make them love me, take care of me. If I could not as a tiny girl summon up their strengths...seduce them to give me a little bit of what I needed. I would die. What wonderful Mothering, Cedar, to have brought up your children to have a "poverty mindset" so that they have a head start "falling up." [/QUOTE]
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