Last night I tucked in my 3-year-old. As I shut the door, she squealed for extra hugs. Usually a manipulations to squeeze any moment of not going to bed she can. But when she asked me to hold her tighter....all I could remember was the first night in the hospital. A rude awakening. Looking back, the hospital stay taught me a few things. Nothing is going to go according to plan. Nothing is easy. And I knew nothing about parenting. It took me three years to learn what I could have learned from the picture above---love first. Frustrated in tears, hours after my daughter was born--I felt helpless. I had no idea what she needed. I had no idea how to get her to stop crying. Nurses came and went with a sympathetic smile. Helpless. Three years later, not much has changed. I still have no idea what I am doing---but love comes first. How can I learn so much about the world and myself from a three...
The New Adventures of the Growing Abbott Family