12/13/05
Jacob Smiled
Jacob Smiled
They put the fear
of mothering a vegetable
in me before he was born.
As a result - there was a conflict.
My instant love vs. sensibility, responsibility, ability.
It's funny how mother love can change things,
for he was perfect to me.
It always surprised me when a doctor
or therapist spoke of concerns concerning hearing, sight, intelligence.
It didn't matter to me - as long as he smiled and knew who I was.
I wondered why they didn't just ask me how I felt about him.
It seemed they needed reassurance far more than I did.
But what was it that I saw?
I'll never really know or understand,
or at least I'll never be able to find the right words to explain.
I just know that I have never loved anyone so perfectly.
Yes, I loved Jeremy the same,
but my hopes and dreams and expectations for him
made me make mistakes too often.
Expectations - the ruin-er of unconditional love.
I expected Jeremy to walk, talk, and potty train
by a certain age, and I would push, and prod
to make him meet my expectations.
I think most mothers would know what I mean.
Nothing negative... just expectations. Sorta.
But with Jacob, I knew not to have expectations.
That every thing he did, IF he did... would be a gift.
He was unconditional love staring me in the face.
He had a label even before he was born,
but I waited for the first smile - cause vegetables don't smile.
2009 Extra Note - I have felt guilty for the line
"I have never loved anyone so perfectly", because of course,
I loved Jeremy to the moon and back, but it was different.
I had to raise him to be a good person, teach him manners,
know right from wrong, etc. etc. etc.
There were expectations on me to do that,
so I had expectations of him learning all that I had to teach.
And then there was discipline.
With Jacob, all I did was love him
because I still hadn't grasped how the hell
I was going to raise him.
I couldn't imagine a future with him,
so I was free of all the expectations
a parent has for their child,
and so all I did was love him.
I wonder now... if I subconsciously
knew we wouldn't have much time together?
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