I read this blog Saturday afternoon. I can't imagine how it must feel as a parent who has to go through this, although as a teacher it happened to me too many times, but I know it cannot be the same thing. I may care, even love, but my heart doesn't hurt nearly as much as that parents' does. I tell parents that this is what makes me a good teacher. I don't have the Mommy/Daddy heart when it comes to their child, although I have had experienced it with my own children. Because I am more emotionally detached, I can expect their children to do more, more often and more consistently. I remember how awful it feels when you expect your own child to do something, and then you worry that you asking too much and what will it do to their feeling of self worth. I remember feeling frustrated with them and then angry with myself.
I suppose children need to encounter people who love them in all sorts of different ways in order to grow up into healthy adults.
The Flight of our Hummingbird: This morning