Back again

[leejoon]

I am not going to even apologise this time for not posting in almost a month. It's my journal.

And before I ramble off, T, keep writing and sorting, you are a main reason I have returned. Share for share.

The more things change the more they stay the same.

I had to grapple, and still am grappling, with the idea that it was not specific bad

Comments

[salami_salome]

This is a beautiful, articulate post. Yes, find ways to show us the drawings.
Love to all of you. The icon is for Little One.

[leejoon]

hi moemoe!

[nomads_quill]

First, I always read all of your posts. I would have read this even if my name were in tiny 2pt font.

Now, then.

Amazing post. It's bizarre, isn't it, how you've pretty much known for a while, and yet there is still so much. I have read recently that the littles, while usually very young, aren't always the same age really. They are the youngest in the system but, in sheer numbers of years, they have actually been around the longest. I don't know, I just think that's interesting.

Also, I really really admire your ability and willingness to get to know the littles. I think that's one thing that is slowing me down the most. Me and childhood...oy.

As for those tears... yeah. Not so much.

[leejoon]

LOL

So I exaggerate it - that's how important it is to me, selfishly and for your own good, that you keep writing and keep trying to figure this sh*t out...

MGF always says the Little One is the wisest of us all. And I believe it. If/when I get around to putting up the drawings, I will be able to give a clear example of this - she saw something that neither MGF nor I perceived and it was just like WOW.

I don't have quite the stumblers you do with my childhood - until now I thought it was the bee's knees. Plus in a lot of ways, in spite of aging "naturally," I never quite finished "growing up" so it's not a far cry for me to relate to a child with her love of crayons and snuggly things. :)

I may feel old and wizened sometimes, but under the gruff exterior I have developed to protect myself and those around me (from me) there is a free spirit of undetermined age running wild through the meadows.

You and I will find the tears someday and embrace them. One day. When it's right.