Don't Judge Me

There were many times as a young mother that I felt very insecure in my role. My mother was 43 when I was born -(I was the twelfth of thirteen children.) She seemed so wise to me. I didn't feel that way... I was 21 when Kirsten was born.
Added to my insecurities was the fact that I had bad post-partum depression with Rachel. Thankfully it didn't last very long, but I'm sure the two friends who walked closely with me during that time will remember it! I wrote this in September 1981.

I am so young
You are so much older and wiser
I have a lot to learn
You have alot to teach
Teach me, but...
Teach me gently
Remember when your children were young?
Did you feel as inadequate as I do?
Did you have the same pressures?
Don't frown on me when you see me discipline my child
Do you have a better way?
Tell me, but
Don't forget to tell me of your failures
I need to know I'm not the only imperfect mother
But tell me also of your triumphs
I need to know there's hope -
That I can change my world by changing me.
Please don't tell me of your perfect children or grandchildren
It will only serve to discourage me.
I'm making many mistakes
I'll learn from them the same way you did
Let me ask you questions and so learn from your wisdom
Be my friend, listen to me - and most of all
Don't judge me.