Trying to describe the love one feels for their child to someone that hasn't had children is like trying to describe color to a blind man. I want to save this comment as a draft and add to it later but I don't see the mechanism by which to do so.... mk. More to come...
Here's some other things that are hard to describe: - how it feels when they grow up and leave home, linked to you only tangentially and you know this is what they have to do - how it feels for a parent when your child's heart is broken for the first time - how it feels for a parent to totally accept your child's choices and life because you know that they will only hear what you say nondefensively when they feel accepted. I can go on, but I won't.Trying to describe the love one feels for their child to someone that hasn't had children is like trying to describe color to a blind man.
ok tng - there's your line.
Not related, but kind of related. My daughter just said this: Daddy, do we go to another land when we die? I replied, "I'm not sure, what do you think?" She said, I think we go to Canada. Thought you'd appreciate that lil.
Indeed. I might already be dead. I mean, what am I doing sitting here reading old hubski posts? What am I avoiding (I actually know the answer to that.) I hope you do take her and her mother to Canada sometime, so she can decide for herself whether we're all dead up here. (Road Trip!!!) Oh wait - you are oh your way to Vancouver, the live part of Canada.
Yes, we will be in heaven soon enough. No kids though, just me and mrs. Green. I'm excited.
I get insanely excited think of my kid as an independent actor someday. I look at it as my job to give her some of the tools she might need. Hopefully mental flexibility (ideas, ethics the ability to imagine other points of view), A love of learning, the ability to swim, and good manners will see her through her darkest hours. I hope my wife is ready to field this one because I don't think I have any idea what to do. I'm really good when people lose loved ones, hope it transfers to broken hearts. Never happen. I'll always love the sinner and hate the sin. I also know people make mistakes and that my judgement is often mistaken. At least I think I won't beat her over the head with it like my parents did to me.- how it feels when they grow up and leave home, linked to you only tangentially and you know this is what they have to do
- how it feels for a parent when your child's heart is broken for the first time
- how it feels for a parent to totally accept your child's choices and life because you know that they will only hear what you say nondefensively when they feel accepted.