Thursday, 28 May 2009

After Recognition; Gratitude

There are times in life when joy ebbs away, and you fall, fall - to the depths of the pit of despair. It doesn't happen often, and by the grace of God, the darkness is never long-lasting. There is always - always something or somebody that is given or sent to heave you out again to the familiar land of ease and comfort that you know well. And returning to this old acquaintance comes the recognition, appreciation and gratitude of what you have, and who you are.

Just today Housewife Savant blogged about her affliction with Meniere's Disease. She is realistic about her condition, recognising what helps and what doesn't, while remaining the epitome of wit and good humour and retaining her faculties with dignity. Her plight has touched me and I am grateful for my health, and that of my family.

Then this evening I received a poem from my youngest daughter, Middlepaw.

Later, a deep, honest and raw discussion with my eldest daughter.

I am grateful we can all communicate and we do it well.

Something I have recognised for a while now, is the fact that when it comes to writing about how I feel about my children, I cannot. Just like the time when the Machinist and I had one of many interviews during the course of our fostering experience:

One of the assignments was to share what we loved about each of our own children. We started off with ease, and the more we thought about how and why we loved and admired them, the more choked up we became. Even the couple who were interviewing us were tearing up as we teared up. It was one of those totally unexpected reactions and we surprised (and shocked) ourselves.

Do most parents have difficulty in verbalising why they love their offspring, I wonder?

5 comments:

lynda said...

I don't have a hard time saying why I love them. I have hard time letting go. It is hard when they make choices you never raised them to make--- it causes heart break. You just pray and pray. I love seeing yo9u blog everyday, keeps me up with your life. My son is in Japan with the Marines- doing well, they sometimes deploy to Australia- I tell him he needs to visit Australia.

Housewife Savant said...

I love this!
I had similar enlightenment. I wanted to post seperately on each of my kids but couldn't.

I don't have trouble telling THEM I love 'em. There can be smooches and cuddling and hugs. Words don't have to be smooth when it's one-on-one and love can be shared a skillion ways mom-to-kid, but to describe it in summation; verbally or in writing leaves me with "uh...um...er..."

Mute Savant...who would EVER think it?

Thanks for the kind words.
Ironically, I'm mentioning YOU today.
And vomit of course, cuz it's like a theme for my blog now.

xo

@eloh said...

It took massive tragedy to get me to say those words to anyone. I haven't missed a chance to say it repeatedly in 17 years.

I was brought up that the show of any emotion was a sign of weakness.

My oldest daughter has never told me she loves me, just breaks her back trying to show it.

Strange what we pass on to our children from our own childhood.

Vivienne said...

I rarely have a hard time saying anything. That works both for and against me. I have no problem telling them (or anyone) about how much I love them. I am equally free with expressing displeasure. Gotta work on that...

The Machinist's Wife said...

I am able to tell them I love them and why I love them. I find it hard to tell others why I love them.

Strange.