the history of love

Jul 22, 2013 22:07

My son was born into stormy times, between two bereavements, at the end of a month of immense financial and social stress. His birth was attended by anxious ghosts from the past- a hovering family anxiety and the ghosts of the lost boys, uncles and great-uncles and my stillborn brothers. We were thrilled and ecstatic at his safe arrival, riding the ( Read more... )

parenthood, introspection

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land_girl July 22 2013, 21:16:09 UTC
She is a stunningly beautiful child, with a very wise face.

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rainsinger July 23 2013, 00:50:08 UTC
Thank you. Her female ancestors enjoy partaking in lively debate about which one she resembles the most.

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yiskah July 22 2013, 21:28:59 UTC
I love the way you write about your children.

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rainsinger July 23 2013, 00:50:48 UTC
Thank you. :) I always worry it is of no interest to anyone bar me so I feel really chuffed to hear you say that.

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ultraruby July 22 2013, 22:06:25 UTC
This was such a lovely, loving, thoughtful post. Thank you.

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rainsinger July 23 2013, 00:51:03 UTC
Awww, thank you. :)

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dubaiyan July 22 2013, 22:10:14 UTC
rainsinger July 23 2013, 00:54:43 UTC
Thank you. :)
I hope to show the lj to the children, but it gets trickier to write as they grow older because I don't want to say anything that would be embarrassing to them if found by peers etc. But I hope they would enjoy reading about bits of their childhood from my side of the story.

As for Montenegro, the children are in Camp Grandparents - a venerable institution that operates all summer and is looked forward to by both parents and children. :)

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margotmetroland July 23 2013, 06:32:01 UTC
Such a cutie! She looks like she'd be so much fun to have around

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