Acceptance

We were asked to write about “acceptance” in my dbt class.  The boys wrote about three lines.  Most folks wrote half a page.  I’ll show you what I wrote:

“I accepted the gift of a baby daughter

I accepted colic, that people with screwed up kids gave the most advice, and I accepted the funny looks I nursed my almost two year old.

I accepted the thrill that I could take my own life.

I accepted the thoughts I might kill my daughter and got help the next day.

I acceptede my diagnoses and subsequent time in the hospital.

I accepted the time away from my daughter

I would not accept being told I should not have another baby.

I would not accept being told that over and over.

I could not accept the baby boom that seemed to be happening everywhere around me.

I could not accept pregnant women weren’t showing off their bellies to hurt me.

I could not accept my dream of three rambunctious children fighting in the back seat of the car would not come true.

I came to accept my dreams were not going to come true.

I came to accept I could still be a real mom with only one child.

I accepted I couldn’t handle more children.

I am accepting the facts.

I have accepted my husband’s vasectomy as final.

I am accepting my family is complete.

I told my daughter yesterday that there is always enough love for everyone – it’s multiplied, not divided.

I am beginning to accept that is true.”

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