i’m determined to speak briefly, say enough and no more. i have a bad habit of rambling on and on and on… and it’s not b/c i’m a woman. i think it’s a matter of finding my voice late and finding authority in my voice even later. so i’ve got a lot to catch up on, a lot of blanks that need filling, and never enough time. if i write out my thoughts first, i can speak them more fluidly but there isn’t always time for pen and paper/keyboard and fingers. alas, i must be quicker. i must. then maybe i’ll be able to explain myself in just a few words.
Is the underlying assumption from my questioner that grief isn’t just about someone dying but wondering about where they’ll end up in the end?
I say that wishing I could have intervened, wishing I knew how to convince you that losing a(nother) child deserves at least a few days off. Sure, the procedure didn’t require a hospital stay but…oh honey, your heart. I’m amazed. No, not impressed. Amazed. Amazed you didn’t break.
I saw a friend’s post about the parenting journey that got me thinking about how awesome it is to have a 4 and 6 year old. They can play together and even by themselves. Now that we’re fully out of pull-ups, there’s less to consider when spending a night away from home and/or going on […]