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		<title>By: Barbara Campbell Thomas</title>
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		<dc:creator>Barbara Campbell Thomas</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 20:05:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;ve had these humbling moments with my four year old son--where basically I&#039;ve screwed up in some way toward him and, in the aftermath of whatever that screw up was we sit together, I apologize to him and I tell him I love him.  He tells me he loves me too and that it&#039;s ok.  

I think the humbling part comes from several aspects of the situation--in really acknowledging openly to him that I&#039;ve made a mistake, in acknowledging the same thing to myself and feeling terrible in the process...and in realizing that he sees me as flawed and it&#039;s ok.  But the situation is humbling too because on some level, I&#039;m asking Alex to be older than he is--to see his mom as being flawed and to sort out how he can love me in spite of it or in the midst of it.  And he does--which is really something.

I get what you say about wanting to be a perfect vessel; I wish I wasn&#039;t the cause of these moments for Alex.  But these moments sometimes seem the most intense, most real moments of our being in the world--he sees me and I feel like I see him, out of time almost because at those moments I swear he&#039;s not four.  

Anyway, I like what you say here--it&#039;s pretty neat.  

Congrats too on the fact that you&#039;ll have a boy; of course I am hopelessly biased, but I think little boys are pretty amazing.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve had these humbling moments with my four year old son&#8211;where basically I&#8217;ve screwed up in some way toward him and, in the aftermath of whatever that screw up was we sit together, I apologize to him and I tell him I love him.  He tells me he loves me too and that it&#8217;s ok.  </p>
<p>I think the humbling part comes from several aspects of the situation&#8211;in really acknowledging openly to him that I&#8217;ve made a mistake, in acknowledging the same thing to myself and feeling terrible in the process&#8230;and in realizing that he sees me as flawed and it&#8217;s ok.  But the situation is humbling too because on some level, I&#8217;m asking Alex to be older than he is&#8211;to see his mom as being flawed and to sort out how he can love me in spite of it or in the midst of it.  And he does&#8211;which is really something.</p>
<p>I get what you say about wanting to be a perfect vessel; I wish I wasn&#8217;t the cause of these moments for Alex.  But these moments sometimes seem the most intense, most real moments of our being in the world&#8211;he sees me and I feel like I see him, out of time almost because at those moments I swear he&#8217;s not four.  </p>
<p>Anyway, I like what you say here&#8211;it&#8217;s pretty neat.  </p>
<p>Congrats too on the fact that you&#8217;ll have a boy; of course I am hopelessly biased, but I think little boys are pretty amazing.</p>
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