Ever been there? The time when your sharing the joys and struggles of new-mother-hood with other mom’s. You share a story and they laugh because they totally understand. A time of camaraderie and pride because your experiences are normal. Until one mother begins to brag that her month-old bundle of joy is…get this…sleeping through the night.
Camaraderie killed. And you begin to fret and worry. Thoughts of insufficiency and unworthiness flood your mind. You are, as you’ve always feared, the worst parent ever!
That night, as you lay your precious off-spring in her crib, you are determined. Tonight is the night. You might even rub her back and whisper, “Come on, Angel. You can do it. Sleep one night for Mommy.”
Instead, you’re doing the late night shuffle while singing, “The Wheels on the Bus” for the hundredth time. It’s then, you have to admit it. You’re baby is not perfect.
Not really. My son was, is, and always will be perfect.
But “Dolly”…not so. I realized as I did the late night shuffle last night.
Ah, the old cliché that writers use. Their work is their baby. I like cliché’s. Apparently, too much as I realized that my first chapter fit the girl-going-home cliché. Instead, I decided to go with the lineal-timeline cliché.
“Why’d you do it, Amber? Whyyyyy?”
Because I can. That’s the fun part of writing. Everything is infinitely adjustable. It wasn’t an easy decision, mind you. I cut and pasted more than once, doubting each decision. In the end, I have a new chapter one and I’m at peace with that decision. It’ll take a few more nights of frustration and pacing the floor, trying to get her to sleep. But I have full confidence that, when all is said and done, she’s going to turn out just fine.
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