|Very special thanks to my friend, Heather Theurer, for allowing me to|
use her beautiful painting here. Her website is
I am a Dragon Mother. Earlier this year, a book, Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother was published. It is supposed to be all about how to raise children to excel. I'm not a tiger mother. Not even with my "normal" kids. I like to think I try to strike a balance between expecting respect and hard work and fun times being kids. In reality, I think my kids grow up on what I like to call "benign neglect." Don't ask me to define it. I'm not sure I could.
But I am a Dragon mother. In October, a mom in Santa Fe wrote a piece for the New York Times which hit a cord, a deep cord, within me. It's not often that an article has me in tears, but this one did. See, her precious child is also dying. Dying. Not a word you usually associate with a child. But hers is. And so is mine. Not today, and hopefully not tomorrow, but dying nonetheless. Neither of us will get to see our babies grow up.
She says it so much better than I can put into words. But I think she hits the nail on the head in her final sentences. "Parenting, I’ve come to understand, is about loving my child today. Now. In fact, for any parent, anywhere, that’s all there is." Love, it's what life is all about.