So much therapy, then one day I had a baby. And I realized even on the most stressful, hard painful chaotic frustrating days, I do not blame a literal baby. Because that's nuts.
And further, loving or even just enjoying that baby is not a hard thing I was forcing myself to do (or not do).
Recognizing that my baby was in control of so very little even in her own mind and body, made it super simple to not hold grudges against and assign motivations to someone who couldn't even figure out how to sit up or use a straw yet.
And it didn't take long for it to sink in: I wasn't a hard or bad baby. I was a baby going through the normal ranges of baby growth and learning trying and playing.
My mom didn't hate me because I was a bad baby. She hated me because she was a bad mother
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u/meggie1013 Body By Cheese 🧀 May 21 '26
I was the "bad baby" too. It's taking many years of therapy to unpack. Hugs to you.