tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post7934617126462966003..comments2023-05-04T05:44:17.603-04:00Comments on washed stones: If I could change one thingRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-69054648865807607732013-10-08T18:48:03.702-04:002013-10-08T18:48:03.702-04:00I relate this to my young motherhood days. Now wi...I relate this to my young motherhood days. Now with my 8 grandkids - i'm learning to embrace all dimensions of the relationships with them. I've always felt my grandkids have raised me to be the gramma I am.sandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03307968128182359860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-36416873340681395272013-09-30T17:17:45.884-04:002013-09-30T17:17:45.884-04:00! i missed this entirely! how did i do that?
i ...! i missed this entirely! how did i do that?<br /><br />i love your going here to this painful place of distance. no mother feels close enough, i think. not ever. certainly i don't. the place of presence is always too far. even the wrestler's arms there on the floor in the midst of the laughter are an arm's length away.<br /><br />this brings to mind this poem i just came across at marion's:<br /><br />The Necessity for Irony<br /> By Eavan Boland<br /><br /> On Sundays,<br /> when the rain held off,<br /> after lunch or later,<br /> I would go with my twelve year old<br /> daughter into town,<br /> and put down the time<br /> at junk sales, antique fairs.<br /><br /> There I would<br /> lean over tables,<br /> absorbed by<br /> lace, wooden frames,<br /> glass. My daughter stood<br /> at the other end of the room,<br /> her flame-colored hair<br /> obvious whenever—<br />which was not often—<br /><br />I turned around.<br /> I turned around.<br /> She was gone.<br /> Grown. No longer ready<br /> to come with me, whenever<br /> a dry Sunday<br /> held out its promises<br /> of small histories. Endings.<br /><br /> When I was young<br /> I studied styles: their use<br /> and origin. Which age<br /> was known for which<br /> ornament: and was always drawn<br /> to a lyric speech, a civil tone.<br /> But never thought<br /> I would have the need,<br /> as I do now, for a darker one:<br /><br /> Spirit of irony,<br /> my caustic author<br /> of the past, of memory,—<br /><br />and of its pain, which returns<br /> hurts, stings—reproach me now,<br /> remind me<br /> that I was in those rooms,<br /> with my child,<br /> with my back turned to her,<br /> searching—oh irony!—<br />for beautiful things.<br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-37092768313060400652013-09-30T06:11:56.072-04:002013-09-30T06:11:56.072-04:00Yes, Mary, that is true. Also, a lower level of aw...Yes, Mary, that is true. Also, a lower level of awareness in my case.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-19249962056164427702013-09-29T17:12:59.995-04:002013-09-29T17:12:59.995-04:00Love your plan of what to do with James. There'...Love your plan of what to do with James. There's so much other stuff going on when we're young mothers trying to juggle it all.Grandmother Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18169464484379536529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-67192967563821580662013-09-28T06:15:48.280-04:002013-09-28T06:15:48.280-04:00Thanks, Liz. In many ways, being a 50-something be...Thanks, Liz. In many ways, being a 50-something beats being a 20-something any day of the week.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-45830209468875228992013-09-28T06:15:05.189-04:002013-09-28T06:15:05.189-04:00Thank you, Jean.Thank you, Jean.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-43921414870488144002013-09-28T06:14:48.678-04:002013-09-28T06:14:48.678-04:00Thank you. Without a doubt.Thank you. Without a doubt.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-9796896064895074112013-09-28T06:14:21.170-04:002013-09-28T06:14:21.170-04:00That's it exactly, Boots. Maybe life is just a...That's it exactly, Boots. Maybe life is just a series of layers being sheered off, one by one, through the years. <3Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-23772649633461404612013-09-28T06:13:17.825-04:002013-09-28T06:13:17.825-04:00Life is meant to be this way, Gwen. The first run,...Life is meant to be this way, Gwen. The first run, with its mistakes and failings. I think it is important to show our children <i>how to fail</i>. Then to get another chance, and to realize with spectacular joy, what is here for us to learn together.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-66123481737461181022013-09-27T20:29:31.473-04:002013-09-27T20:29:31.473-04:00how we see these things now that we are grandparen...how we see these things now that we are grandparents. enjoy your time with him this weekend. musicwithinyouhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14024317988744024838noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-64397380948485716922013-09-27T16:17:00.107-04:002013-09-27T16:17:00.107-04:00Beautiful.
Beautiful. <br /><br />Jean Spitzerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13520415864511680025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-85691814711901509132013-09-27T10:25:41.307-04:002013-09-27T10:25:41.307-04:00P.S. ENJOY JAMES THIS WEEKEND!P.S. ENJOY JAMES THIS WEEKEND!Ginnie Harthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14014434422568561157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-632481980120847072013-09-27T10:25:08.063-04:002013-09-27T10:25:08.063-04:00This is why we always say "If I had known bei...This is why we always say "If I had known being a grandparent would be this fun, I wouild have done it first!" But it really can't/doesn't happen that way, Sister, for whatever reasons. Maybe that's why we live long enough to be grandparents, to find out the difference?Ginnie Harthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14014434422568561157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-49230556972616431702013-09-27T07:26:54.376-04:002013-09-27T07:26:54.376-04:00and now you have the time... Life does allow space...and now you have the time... Life does allow space for rewards. It is a time to treasure... to take it all in. to feel a balance.<br />Joy to you. Gwen Buchananhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13410235558740636534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-79434085750619785592013-09-27T07:18:17.936-04:002013-09-27T07:18:17.936-04:00yes Ruth, Mothers' have so much running around...yes Ruth, Mothers' have so much running around in their heads and it stays there forever... it is a wonder our brains don't explode. <br />I often think about all the things I could have done better, but we do the best we can with the experience we have up to that point. Gwen Buchananhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13410235558740636534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-11097653633318523712013-09-26T23:42:56.732-04:002013-09-26T23:42:56.732-04:00Our grandson (20 months) is coming this weekend. I...Our grandson (20 months) is coming this weekend. I am daydreaming about the things we will do together. Don will roll out homemade noodles for chicken and noodles on mashed potatoes. I want to give James a small table, a small rolling pin, flour, bowls ... I want to take the time with him, I long to give him the space and time to learn practical things. I did not know how to do this for my children, I was desperately in need of solitude when Don came home from work. But what a loss. I did not have this time with them that I long to give James now. Grandmotherhood is a great gift to me.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-55154596375457092842013-09-26T23:25:47.424-04:002013-09-26T23:25:47.424-04:00Gwen, there are so many things. to feel, as a moth...Gwen, there are so many things. to feel, as a mother. <br /><br />I recognize now, after coming back, rereading the poem, it can be read different ways. I see that it was loneliness, as well as solitude.<br /><br /><3Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-8443977626065743832013-09-26T16:39:34.820-04:002013-09-26T16:39:34.820-04:00I am crying.I am crying.Gwen Buchananhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13410235558740636534noreply@blogger.com