tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836198539158358199.post767267094108267969..comments2024-03-27T20:22:42.005-06:00Comments on light-in-leaves: The fretful porpentineMarilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17085334272613025173noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836198539158358199.post-78695151232615503902015-11-16T23:14:31.189-07:002015-11-16T23:14:31.189-07:00Definitely parts I don't ever want to see agai...Definitely parts I don't ever want to see again. :)Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14301232211779225287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836198539158358199.post-50698976913563904592015-11-15T20:47:33.713-07:002015-11-15T20:47:33.713-07:00Oh, I have that same wish! There are so many thing...Oh, I have that same wish! There are so many things I feel like I haven't appreciated enough. And even when I'm trying to, so many things get in the way. And then I begin to feel panicked and that makes me appreciate the moment even LESS. So I really want the life replay too. Just the good parts, of course! :)Marilynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17085334272613025173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836198539158358199.post-86278678224318384512015-11-13T10:34:12.312-07:002015-11-13T10:34:12.312-07:00I'm glad you are better. I always marvel at h...I'm glad you are better. I always marvel at how quickly I think, "I'll never get sick again--I'm too healthy, too able for that sort of nonsense," whenever I am healthy. Maybe it is part of growing up with a father who disdained all physical weakness. He's very proud that his nine children combined only missed 7 1/2 days of school because of sickness. Maybe we were scared to get sick? The shame it would bring to the family? But then when I am sick it quickly becomes the "I'll never recover--this will never end" mentality. I feel it so much after a baby. I'll never feel good again. Nursing will never be anything but excruciating. Why do I do this to myself? Then four months later I lament that I wasted the first four months of baby's life feeling terrible and self-pitying. I've replayed this seven times now and give myself stern lectures that I WILL NOT do it with the eighth, but deep down I feel it is inevitable. In the next life one of my great hopes is that we can sit somewhere and replay our lives, just watching the things we were too present in to truly appreciate. The first baby cry. The sweet newborn kisses. Toddler laughs. All those things that are so fleeting and mixed in with the rougher, duty-bound part of life. Dishes and cleaning poo out of the bathtub (on my mind today, ha), making supper for the 600,000 time. I wish we weren't so mortal sometimes!!Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14301232211779225287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836198539158358199.post-74469709042993987792015-11-10T21:38:52.761-07:002015-11-10T21:38:52.761-07:00I love your expertly written description of sickne...I love your expertly written description of sickness and sweat and circuitous dreaming and the like. AND it was Strep throat? Of course! I always assumed it was just a really bad sore throat until the first time I got it (about ten years ago). I've had it another time since, and both episodes have been about the sickest I've ever been -- fever, horrible body aches, etc. So glad you are through the other side of that one!Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03045958241240870948noreply@blogger.com