Writing is like being able to put life into a snow globe. It takes the things that are too big and scary and reduces them into a form that I can put away when I want and look at from a distance. It also takes all that’s good in life and captures it into something I can take out when I want and look at close up and keep forever. It makes the bad things into something I can hold…and the good things into something I can hold onto. Both help so much that I need that little souvenir of life.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Totally Random Tuesday-Children

I didn’t realize how much growing up I had to do until I had children. I was an adult until they were born. Life has so many weird little ironies like that, and child-rearing has to have the most. I had a ton of things I wanted to teach my children, but over and over, they’ve taught me how much I had to learn from them. Then there was all I wanted to give them. Strange that they’ve given me so much more in return.
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  1. Pat WahlerAugust 17, 2010 at 8:06 PM

    "...so much of me is made of what I learned from you..." (lyric from Handprint on My Heart from the musical, Wicked).

    Pat
    www.critteralley.blogspot.com

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  2. BECKYAugust 18, 2010 at 8:48 AM

    This is all so true....especially the older our "children" become. I still can't believe it when I look at the man towering a foot over me, and listening to his intelligent, caring views on the world....that he is that little boy who used to be so cuddly....I will continue to learn from him as long as I'm on this earth!

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  3. TammyAugust 19, 2010 at 7:58 AM

    You're both so right! Except my oldest taught me some pretty tough lessons when he was only days old...like, he wasn't "my" baby, but his own person. I was only allowed to borrow him.

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