I don’t talk about my child that much; some might consider this odd, considering how fond of her I am and how wanted she is. We happily celebrate all her cute little developments, whether it be finally (finally!) walking like a pro, making new words, or any of those millions of other little connections that show she’s learning from and integrating into the world. It’s an awe-inspiring sight, but? Everyone has done it, everyone that hasn’t yet should, hopefully, be doing it within their relative capabilities. And while I have no qualms with and rather enjoy hearing what my friends are getting up to, I would say that a lack of sentimentality and desire to express that my life isn’t just my child stays my hand from going too in-depth on her as a subject matter. Any recording I do is for her future edification, not mine.
Having said that, I am proud of my increasingly not-so-tiny child, and greatly admire the force of nature she already is. I look forward to seeing where she takes herself on this path called life… and hope she doesn’t leave dear old mom too far behind. I refuse to be her friend until she is an adult and out of my care, but I’ll always do my best to love and support her, and to give her a good sense of logic and reason. I’ll probably screw it up somehow (and if she’s anything like me, she’ll let me know just how and how much therapy it’ll take to fix, ha ha), but that’s okay – as long as I do my best for her with the resource I have unto me, I can be satisfied.
And of course, it’s a partnership; there’s none of this stereotypical man works, wife breeds/broods/raises thing going on here. If anything, my husband fulfills the maternal role more strongly than I do. He is infinitely more patient than I am, and he makes dealing with the kidlette look… well, not quite easy, but he does make it look good. I don’t envy him; jealous is a waste of energy! If anything, I am awe and constant amazement at his graceful, quiet determination to get things done, at how he never resents me being so broken and crazy. It inspires me to keep trying to work past all my roadblocks and problems so I can help him and our tinycute spawn, and that can’t be a bad thing.
And with that, I’m going to take advantage of the quietude and get back to slaying things on my main in LotRO. While we didn’t end up staying up for the Fellowship Walk last night (it was 3:30am our time – not doable!), we are hoping to catch the next leg; Pyropa and Hotbo are parked up on Frodo’s house in Crickhollow. My #1 gal, Eslanella (server Vilya) is wandering around Forochel finishing off slayer deeds, and doing that last little bit towards Kindred with the elusive Lossoth. After that, I think I’m going to carefully explore Enedwaith, if only to have the horse routes tied down before Dunland/Rise of Isengard goes live on Monday. Mmm, new content…
That’s it for now – have a good day!