The problem with the adage "Happiness comes through doing," for a mother, is that one is almost always doing--doing something for the kid. And yes, in the big-picture sense, it brings great happiness. But in the small-picture, daily-life sense, it brings a kind of slow-burning insanity, as well as boredom and weariness. The only remedy for that is to preserve the other parts of oneself as well as one can.
It seems easy to predict that if I don't manage to crawl out of the "Mommy" role every once in a while, my son will pay, in the long run. If I have no focus but motherhood, how could I help but become suffocatingly protective and attentive? And/or, just plain dull? Or perhaps a reverse reaction will set in; perhaps I'll become resentful and negligent.
Stepping out of the "Mommy" role was, of course, one of the main purposes of this blog...I haven't done too well with that recently.
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