This is my middle girl at Disneyland not too long ago. She insists that Sleeping Beauty is talking about the Prince.
There is no greater failure, as a parent and especially a woman, than to fail your child. None.
My daughter hurts and I am not fixing it. The doctors aren't fixing it. The harder I fight to get her help the more suspect my behavior is. It's an impossible situation - if you fight too hard for your child, you are suspected of being too invested in her situation. What parent isn't all-consumingly invested in making their child better? Anything else is ludicrous. But it makes you suspect anyway. Everything that makes a woman a good mother also makes her a suspect.
If you aren't nice to the doctors and nurses, they take it out on your kid. I say this not from paranoia but from experience. But if you are too nice to the doctors and nurses, you are suspect. If you go out of your way to learn as much as you can in the hope of helping your child, that makes you suspect. Yet it's basic common sense to learn as much as you can in order to help your child. They tell you to trust the doctors, who have proven to be comically, tragically, sometimes criminally infallible and they tell you that if you try to find answers on your own, you are suspect.
All I want is for my child to stop hurting. There is no more. I have no desire to tread on the sacred ground of doctorhood, but they are failing my child. SHE HURTS! So I read and I learn and I ask questions and make of myself a suspect because what other choice does a mother have. What other choice do I have? I want her to feel better.
"I WANT HER TO FEEL BETTER!", I shriek into the ether. I want her to feel better, I want her to feel better, Iwanthertofeelbetter.
It should not be this hard to help your child.
