Sherry talks about feeling inadequate as a parent:
Charley knows nothing of that. He’s okay being who he is. I wanted some of that, I can tell you. I wanted to accept myself, but when it came to him it was the big fake-out. It was perfectly fine for him to be himself, just not at church. Not where people could criticize. No, at church I wanted him to be like the other kids. Sitting in the pews. Quiet. Coloring. Anything to prove I was a good mother, minister’s wife material. Just bring on the bragging rights.
“Sit still,” I’d say. “Stop fidgeting.”
“If you do that one more time…”
But Charley did do that one more time, and it felt like we were being watched.
But to be fair, I found myself watching others just as much. I noticed every raised eyebrow, heard every “tsk tsk,” and tried my best to ignore every whisper, but we had so much to overcome; Brad—the pastor—the Dad who was terminally preoccupied, and me—the pastor’s wife—swallowing my urge to scream, “You think you’re so perfect. You try it for an hour if you think you can do better.” Pp. 53-54
Do you ever feel like you’re being judged on your parenting? Do you think that every parent goes through this, or is it more complicated when a child has special needs?