There's something in Erin's post that reminds me of an Emily Dickinson poem, one of my favorites, and one I think of often when life gets hard. Number 419 (I hope I get the breaks right):
We grow accustomed to the Dark--
When Light is put awway--
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To withness her Goodbye--
A Moment--We uncertain step
For newness of the night--
Then--fit our Vision to the Dark--
And meet the Road --erect--
And so of larger --Darknesses--
Those Evenings of the Brain--
When not a Moon disclose a sign--
Or Star--come out--within--
The Bravest--grope a little--
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead--
But as they learn to see--
Either the Darkness alters--
Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight--
And Life steps almost straight.
{{{Maria}}} Thinking of you.
~ma to all who need it. Sadly, I barely keep up around here anymore. My newly walking boy takes all of my time!
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aw, geez, GC! That's A LOT of cute!
Oh, Glam... he looks so PROUD!
It's good to see you, though!!
ADORBS!
There's a book I read quite a while ago, with the main character a woman who has had her sojourns in mental institutions and who is now trying to rebuild her family and life while everyone watches carefully to see if she's going to collapse again. She has a tricky relationship with her mother, and in one less-fraught scene she wonders to her mom about how Mom has coped with so much angst. Her mom shrugs. "It's what you do. The streets aren't full of weeping women sitting on the curb."
I find that very comforting in a not-too-fuzzy way.
He's pretty cute, no? Seriously, he is walking like crazy now - it is so adorable.
I love that joy in his face. So proud that he can do something new!
