Friday, June 19, 2009

The 399 blows

I was pondering last night that I haven't watched The 400 blows (or any Truffaut for that matter) since becoming a mother of boys. And I'm not sure that I could handle it or even appreciate it any more. My mother-hormones are raging and unhappy childhoods set me off into morbid fits.

Morbid fits are bad. Especially when one does not have the option of staying in bed until they pass.

I wonder if someday I'll be able to return to biography and drama with more tolerance for the sadness of real life.

I'm afraid I'm a little too much like June Boatwright. I feel a little too keenly pain that is not my own. I get outright overwhelmed. Is that a gift or a curse? I do not yet know.

This motherhood gig, I tell you, it's more than I bargained for.


The Hodges Family said...

I feel ya Em....Motherhood is the most difficult thing Ive ever experienced. Never knew what I was signing myself up for. All I do, is take it day by day and try to take breathers....I love you!

Cam said...

Yeah! What SHE said! ;)

hairyshoefairy said...

Yes. I totally know.

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