I could stop crying. But I know there will be a new bucket of tears awaiting. What a beautiful 4th birthday card, Charlie. "That's just how babies talk." "Can you tuck me in?" "You're nice, Mama." Such intelligent observation in words just waiting to find his own way into the world.
Ahh, I love entries like this from fellow writer-parents. Well done and thank you. My hope is at some point our children read these, before they have children of their own, should they so choose. And if we’re lucky, maybe our words help them to let in the grace we struggled to find for ourselves.
I really appreciate the consistency with which you post the articles. I've been failing to do it, but I continue to strive nonetheless. Thanks for inspiring.
When I was in the noisy, painful, impatient vortex of parenting a toddler who had excellent verbal skills, I wondered whether she and I would ever survive those moments. We kept going, remembering love lay beneath all our interactions. My daughter is now an independent, savvy, responsible adult. We learned to negotiate, trying to be respectful in the process. I allowed her to express her emotions back then. She now has no problem being clear with colleagues. Sometimes I wish I could revisit those difficult days to tell myself - and her - that it would be worth the effort to grow up together.
Aw thank you for this J.T. "She now has no problem being clear with colleagues." That almost made me cry! ...We are most certainly growing up together. Thank you for the reminder.
I could stop crying. But I know there will be a new bucket of tears awaiting. What a beautiful 4th birthday card, Charlie. "That's just how babies talk." "Can you tuck me in?" "You're nice, Mama." Such intelligent observation in words just waiting to find his own way into the world.
Aww thank you, Karena. When he told me "that's just how babies talk" I almost cried.
Ahh, I love entries like this from fellow writer-parents. Well done and thank you. My hope is at some point our children read these, before they have children of their own, should they so choose. And if we’re lucky, maybe our words help them to let in the grace we struggled to find for ourselves.
I love this, Matt! So well said. "the grace we struggled to find for ourselves." Ain't that the truth.
I really appreciate the consistency with which you post the articles. I've been failing to do it, but I continue to strive nonetheless. Thanks for inspiring.
Thanks so much, Rahul. Don't beat yourself up. Sometimes writing is a season!
When I was in the noisy, painful, impatient vortex of parenting a toddler who had excellent verbal skills, I wondered whether she and I would ever survive those moments. We kept going, remembering love lay beneath all our interactions. My daughter is now an independent, savvy, responsible adult. We learned to negotiate, trying to be respectful in the process. I allowed her to express her emotions back then. She now has no problem being clear with colleagues. Sometimes I wish I could revisit those difficult days to tell myself - and her - that it would be worth the effort to grow up together.
Aw thank you for this J.T. "She now has no problem being clear with colleagues." That almost made me cry! ...We are most certainly growing up together. Thank you for the reminder.
Dang, this one hit hard. We're going through the tough trenches with our 3.5 and 2 year Olds, so can relate to so much of this.
Happy birthday George!
Oof, the tough trenches, indeed. I'm right there with you, Aurora! Our kids are 17 months apart. How about yours?