This post on Stefanie's blog made me tear up a bit. She writes about arriving at a new understanding about what constitutes "fine" for our kids, and discovering the peace that comes with stepping back sometimes. [Go read it. I'll wait.]
One of her twins, Sadie, is a teeny thing. She's a bit delayed developmentally, and it's been no small source of concern for Stephanie. In the post she talks about her former (and completely common) pregnancy worries about Down's Syndrome as a frame of reference:
... I'm not speaking as someone whose been there. I've been somewhere else,
but that somewhere else is just a short flight. We're all a short
flight away from something totally different. Does that even make sense?
I think there's a certain universality to parenting, if you allow it in. If you allow yourself to let go of the worry that creeps in. We are all just a short flight from something totally different. And that's a profound, deceptively simple revelation that not everyone recognizes.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying we shouldn't all be advocates for our kids - but sometimes being an advocate means doing less. Rolling with the punches instead of trying to throw more.
Clearly, I say this only after having embarked on journeys of worry that lasted months. Okay, fine: years. That's why I'm so proud of Stephanie for making this leap forward.
So here's to fine kids, and fine parents, and to telling the rest of the nosy, meddling world to "suck it, bitches!"
This post on Stefanie's blog made me tear up a bit. She writes about arriving at a new understanding about what constitutes "fine" for our kids, and discovering the peace that comes with stepping back sometimes. [Go read it. I'll wait.]
One of her twins, Sadie, is a teeny thing. She's a bit delayed developmentally, and it's been no small source of concern for Stephanie. In the post she talks about her former (and completely common) pregnancy worries about Down's Syndrome as a frame of reference:
I think there's a certain universality to parenting, if you allow it in. If you allow yourself to let go of the worry that creeps in. We are all just a short flight from something totally different. And that's a profound, deceptively simple revelation that not everyone recognizes.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying we shouldn't all be advocates for our kids - but sometimes being an advocate means doing less. Rolling with the punches instead of trying to throw more.
Clearly, I say this only after having embarked on journeys of worry that lasted months. Okay, fine: years. That's why I'm so proud of Stephanie for making this leap forward.
So here's to fine kids, and fine parents, and to telling the rest of the nosy, meddling world to "suck it, bitches!"