I realize we live in a world where nothing is supposed to be taboo. But this is ridiculous:
Shelley Price can’t stop the tears from falling as she makes her startling confession.
Shelley is about to admit to one of the great taboos of motherhood. No matter how hard she has tried, she says she can’t bring herself to love her elder daughter, Catherine.
‘I know what people will think. Everyone will hate me. I’m the woman who doesn’t like her own child. But I’m speaking out because I’m convinced I’m not alone,’ says the 33-year-old.
‘I hate myself for the way I feel, but whatever it is that makes a mum want to hug and kiss her child, I have not felt it. Catherine has always felt like someone else’s daughter.’
I don’t know what it’s like to have a daughter you don’t even like. But you’re, at least technically, an adult and she’s not. For the sake of that child, could you please get a grip, do your best, and shut up?
Rebecca adds: “‘I whisper: ‘I’m so sorry for the way I’ve been with you.’ But I know I can’t help the way I feel. I can’t turn on my feelings like a tap.”
And here we have the therapeutic culture bearing its toxic and self-indulgent fruit.
No, you can’t turn on feelings like a tap. But you can control your actions. You can choose to meet a child’s needs, which include a need for affection and warmth and cuddles, regardless of what you’re feeling inside. Daycare workers, who may well be very fond of the children they care for but certainly don’t love them the way their mothers do, provide cuddles and smiles and happy interactions all the time with their charges.