I read a few blogs. I wake up with them and my first cup of coffee most mornings when I get to my desk at work. Shh.. don't tell my boss. Not on really busy days of course. Ahem.
Today, I read this post from a blogger I don't often read. She reminded me of my great grammy.
I met my great grammy once in a nursing home on a trip to Pennsylvania when she was 98 and I was about 10. She was my paternal grandfather's mother and the only one of my great grandparents still alive. I don't think she knew who any of us were. We explained who we were and I saw her searching her memories for distant visions of the past. Recognizable, but faded and just out of reach. Two people became one and separate events were intertwined and mingled like tendrils of new spring plants. Searching and winding their way around the deepest reaches of her mind.
She knew she had children, she remembered one son and one daughter. My grandfather also had a brother. She knew my grandfather, but called him by his sister's name. In that moment I saw in my grandfather's eyes a sadness and loss that I did not at the time understand. His family never got along well with each other, none of them, but in that moment, he became a child yearning for his mother's affections.
My great grammy was wearing a watch. We asked her if she knew what time it was. I understand she had quite the quick wit in her younger days and would show us her watch and ask if we could see. Then she stared at the face for a few minutes and pronounced it 8:15 in the morning. It was 2:00 in the afternoon but her watch had stopped and she was only about 5 minutes off.
In the next room, bingo was being played and she started repeating the callers. I-23. N-42. 0-65. BINGO! We took her to a table and made our quiet exit. Her connection with us was over and she was focused on something else.
I learned then, but didn't understand, that life truly is a circle. We enter this world not knowing, not understanding, not capable. Many of us become infants all over again. Helpless and reliant on those around us. Some are cast aside and forgotten and some are taken far too soon.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
A Mother's Soul
I'm fascinated by Psychology. I took an abnormal psych class in college and loved it. I studied Schizophrenia for my final term paper and am always truly fascinated by what makes people tick.
I'd like to think I'm a good friend and a good listener and occasionally I even give advice to those discussing their problems with me. I give much better advice than I take.
The hard part of providing that kind of friendship is that sometimes I get too emotionally invested. That's not a bad thing where friends and family are concerned, but it's really difficult to separate myself from other hard stories that I read in the news or on blogs. Today I was moved to tears reading about her mother.
3 years, 5 months, and 2 days ago, I gave birth to my Sugarplum. She is my light, my heart's every happiness, my conscience, my soul. Just like her, my daughter is part of me. I can't ever imagine living apart from her. As a mother, I can't fathom turning my back on her leaving her to wonder why her mommy isn't there. These stories break my heart and they're the reason I don't think I could ever be a therapist.
I'd like to think I'm a good friend and a good listener and occasionally I even give advice to those discussing their problems with me. I give much better advice than I take.
The hard part of providing that kind of friendship is that sometimes I get too emotionally invested. That's not a bad thing where friends and family are concerned, but it's really difficult to separate myself from other hard stories that I read in the news or on blogs. Today I was moved to tears reading about her mother.
3 years, 5 months, and 2 days ago, I gave birth to my Sugarplum. She is my light, my heart's every happiness, my conscience, my soul. Just like her, my daughter is part of me. I can't ever imagine living apart from her. As a mother, I can't fathom turning my back on her leaving her to wonder why her mommy isn't there. These stories break my heart and they're the reason I don't think I could ever be a therapist.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
..and The Award goes to..
When I first started reading blogs, I noticed that at the beginning of the month, there were a number of bloggers who posted awards for the posts that made them laugh the most. It's been awhile since I've seen any ROFL Awards, but thanks to Jessica at Oh, The Joys and Tania at Chicky Chicky Baby, the ROFL Awards are back!
There's a number of blogs I read.. mostly moms but a few Dads too and one of those Dads always makes me smile and giggle just a bit. Not at him, but at his daughter. Not only do I think his daughter is completely adorable and I wish I was real life friends with them, I learn from them too.
I'd like to present the September ROFL award to Doodaddy.. or rather to his daughter for this post that taught me that 2 year olds can make fun of you just as easily as any adult. Congratulations Doodaddy and Boobaby!
Visit Oh, The Joys and Chicky Chicky Baby for more ROFL's and nominate your favorite giggles next month!
There's a number of blogs I read.. mostly moms but a few Dads too and one of those Dads always makes me smile and giggle just a bit. Not at him, but at his daughter. Not only do I think his daughter is completely adorable and I wish I was real life friends with them, I learn from them too.
I'd like to present the September ROFL award to Doodaddy.. or rather to his daughter for this post that taught me that 2 year olds can make fun of you just as easily as any adult. Congratulations Doodaddy and Boobaby!
Visit Oh, The Joys and Chicky Chicky Baby for more ROFL's and nominate your favorite giggles next month!
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