Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery (1900 - 1944), "The Little Prince", 1943
It is to be a better mother. It is to see my darling child and to acknowledge her grace and perfection and to rise to the challenge of rearing her in a healthy and life-boosting way. It almost seems as if the Lord sent me a perfect being, and I, a marred and imperfect person, am trying to not mess her up as much as I can.
She truly is constantly explaining, through her actions, behaviors, moods, reactions, etc., how I am to behave. How sensitive I'm supposed to be. How encouraging. How supportive. How loving. Truly the list goes on.
When will I know that I've learned enough?