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how i spent my summer vacation » cribchronicles.com — Sun, 22 Jul 2007 23:11:01 +0000

[...] beach. it was going to be a pastoral good time in the bosom of family, freed from our series of poxplagues and with grandparents around to help corral the little bundle of toddling delight that is our [...]

By: Mary G

Mary G — Fri, 20 Jul 2007 16:48:07 +0000

That is so beautiful and just tears at the heart. Yes, my mother was paranoid, also. Yes, once I had children I knew why. I have always tried to hold them with a light hand, to let them run and maybe fall. But you know, even now that they are fully adult, I still want to catch them, to defend them, to make things perfect for them. It can’t be done, but the emotion remains.
My friend’s grandson gave pinkeye to his Grandpa. Who thought it was funny. Bless the man.

By: Ally

Ally — Fri, 20 Jul 2007 01:26:14 +0000

Phew, this took my breath away. So beautiful. The inability to comfort a child– I can’t imagine anything worse. Thanks for sharing about your amazingly beautiful one-hour with Finn.

By: jennie

jennie — Wed, 18 Jul 2007 18:57:38 +0000

you are a beautiful writer

By: Vicki Forman

Vicki Forman — Wed, 18 Jul 2007 14:59:12 +0000

It’s amazing how much our heart can ache and then repair and then ache again. Bless Oscar for being in your life, pink eye, runny diapers and all.

By: mamatulip

mamatulip — Tue, 17 Jul 2007 22:43:12 +0000

Oh, Bon. Bon. I was nodding my head, holding my hand to my heart, over my mouth…I was tearing up reading this, muttering “Yes, yes…” while I read this. You have such a way of putting your thoughts in to words — you are a damn fine writer.

I hope you’re all well soon.

By: thordora

thordora — Tue, 17 Jul 2007 16:26:05 +0000

My mother was paranoid about my sickenesses when I was small, and i’ve always wondered why. It never occured to me until now to wonder if there were miscarriages or other trauma’s connected in with children for her. She loved me fiercely, but even that couldn’t protect me. Sometimes I wish she would have just let go a little and just been my mother instead of the scared girl she seems like when I think back.

And the flu sucks. We’re lucky to be as hardy as we are.

By: Aliki

Aliki — Tue, 17 Jul 2007 12:06:27 +0000

I was also taken in a different direction, but a wonderfully different one. This was so right-on in so many ways, particularly for us as we’re all battling yucky colds and coughs and I was up on and off all night helping T. blow her nose.

What a beautiful post, bon.

I hope Oscar feels better.

By: jen

jen — Tue, 17 Jul 2007 06:48:01 +0000

oh friend, me too.

me too.

By: Painted Maypole

Painted Maypole — Tue, 17 Jul 2007 04:36:56 +0000

Wow. So I’m crying. How wonderfully loving and grace-filled of you to spend your last moments with Finn sharing JOY. What incredible strength you must have. And your post made me think that that must be how God feels sometimes.. oftentimes… that He wants to take it all away, but because he has given free will, instead He holds us and gives us all the comfort and joy we will allow Him to give. Sorry. Didn’t mean to get all theological on you there, but that’s what it made me think. It really struck me.

And to answer your Shakespearean question, the quote is:
“A plague o’ both your houses!”

–From Romeo and Juliet (Act III, Scene I, line 94)