2024 Author: Harry Day | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 15:43
A client case supplemented by my imagination. About a young mother, who is between the demands of society and her own experiences.
You have recently appeared in my life. My little lump, my happiness, my life! I remember how you were born - the sensations are so fresh, alive in me. I've been waiting for you. You are the fruit of our love with your dad.
Before your appearance, I often imagined how you would be, how happy we would be, how I would take care of you, love, how fun we would be.
I always think about you: about your well-being, safety. No matter what happens, I will always be there. I will do everything for you, I will not spare any efforts. After all, all I want in this life is for you to be healthy and happy.
Therefore, I need to be always on the alert and close to you. I must be careful not to miss anything important. Therefore, I think everything in advance and try to control everything. Therefore, we regularly visit doctors with you and obey their recommendations. And even if it seems to me that everything is in order, then it is better to play it safe. I am very worried about you.
I get very upset when I can't handle all my responsibilities. I don't have time to look behind the house as I used to. I do not follow all the doctor's prescriptions as it should. The last time the pediatrician told us that your weight was not within the normal range.
I try, but it seems to be bad. I sometimes forget if I gave you the vitamins that the pediatrician prescribed. And recently I started having problems with milk. Because of all this, I cry. Thoughts about your health do not let me go and I do not know what else I can do to help you and do everything right. I am terrified of what is happening to me. I wouldn't want you to see me like this.
And, probably, I must admit that I cannot cope with the role of an ideal mother.
I'm sorry that I can't be the best mom for you. Forgive me for forgetting, getting tired and angry. It seems that my powers are limited and I am not omnipotent. It looks like I need help. And in order to be loving, caring and happy, I need to change something in my life.
Of my life.
After all, I also have my life. I have to find a place for myself. Learn to be imperfect. Learn to trust yourself. Learn to trust you. It will not be easy at first, because I lived differently. But it's definitely worth a try!
I love you so much.
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