I woke up today and read the somewhat unsympathetic mean spirited post I published last night, moments after I learned that Abby Sunderland had been located alive and well. It’s just not like me to be so snarky. Especially considering I spent much of yesterday in angst about Abby’s safety.
This felt familiar. I was wishing I could hug Abby and somehow apologize to her for my loss of control….when it hit me:
Uncontrollable Mothering.I’ve described this phenomenon before: