Terrible Children"I am afraid of our son," she told her husband.Terrible Children by Clare-Dragonfly
"How can you be afraid of an infant?" he asked.
She had no answer, but she was afraid of him.
But she loved him too.
She was afraid every time she held him, afraid as she suckled him at her breast (was he taking some of her own life energy with the milk?), afraid as she sang him songs and read him stories and taught him numbers.
When her milk dried up and she found another life in her womb, she was even more afraid, for what would her terrible son do to this new being, that he would surely see as taking her place in his life?
But when the new child had grown and she held her daughter in her arms and looked into her eyes, she was perversely comforted, for this child, too, was terrible. They would love each other, as they could perhaps love no others. They were the same, out of the same womb and missing the same parts.
She did not tell her husband that she was afraid of her daughter, too, and did not mention again that she still feared her