Leila of Sensitive and Extraordinary Kids asked me to write a guest post for her wonderful blog a few months back and the post I wrote is one I think of often. It’s a post that reminds me to take my own needs as a mother seriously, even though that’s not always easy.
By the time my eldest son was three we knew he was highly sensitive. In learning about my son’s traits, I learnt about myself. I learnt that I too am highly sensitive and suddenly the emotions I had felt when I was launched into motherhood all made sense.
Unfortunately, at the time, nearly eight years ago, when I first became a mother, I had never heard of highly sensitive, and it simply felt like maybe I wasn’t cut out for motherhood.
“When my first son was born he cried a lot. Every evening around six o’clock for four or five hours, unless he was being held in exactly the right position. You could set your watch by it. And he wasn’t exactly a quiet baby during the day either.”