tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237529515432696063.post6883252000747126563..comments2023-11-02T04:05:19.890-07:00Comments on The Happy Sad Mama: Pending...Charlotte's Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06664161835198688326noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237529515432696063.post-68396866040991069552009-01-06T18:11:00.000-08:002009-01-06T18:11:00.000-08:00This is such a relief to read, Carol. I think soc...This is such a relief to read, Carol. I think society at large would consider this an off-color or weird topic but after the loss of a child, I feel we do have more of an awareness that other children are not necessarily a given. For those of us lucky enough to have more children, I think we do see that each day is not to be taken for granted and we need to grab onto it while it's here. It is true that others might find this somehow morbid, but I agree with you - this fear, so to speak, can be transformed into a much more profound love.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12998478243776388044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237529515432696063.post-16377915254809626252009-01-05T12:05:00.000-08:002009-01-05T12:05:00.000-08:00"People love harder there." Love harder. Perfect s..."People love harder there." Love harder. Perfect sentiment. I want to chisel that on a piece of wood and take it with me everywhere. This is what people like me, who are not babylost, are learning from those of you who are. Love harder.rebeccaeeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07336435778965955548noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237529515432696063.post-66431826158719331722009-01-05T11:24:00.000-08:002009-01-05T11:24:00.000-08:00Carol, I too want to trust in child's future. I wr...Carol, <BR/>I too want to trust in child's future. I wrote recently about being wary about doing that--even looking forward to this spring and summer sometimes feels daring. But in the song I made up for Kathleen, I tell her that we are looking forward to watching her grow, that she will get bigger and do many things. I repeat this many times each day as I sing to her and try to ease that wariness for myself. I am wary of thinking ahead, yet so much less afraid than I have been since Henry was born. <BR/><BR/>I found a poem yesterday by Ellen Bass, which made me think of you, and I think it fits with this post. It's called "After Our Daughter's Wedding," and you can find it here:<BR/>http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2008/11/19Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03533706560591305512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237529515432696063.post-49702512626381016852009-01-04T19:00:00.000-08:002009-01-04T19:00:00.000-08:00I didn't know how much time - if any - I would get...I didn't know how much time - if any - I would get with Tikva before she was born. Knowing at 21 weeks that she would be very sick, anything was possible... how scary. She lived for 8 weeks and 2 days, and I have never loved harder than during that time... ever. When the possibility of loss, of death, is always close at hand, there is no waiting for tomorrow to love more deeply, to love harder. Every moment is now, and now is everything. I have Tikva to thank for that gift. She continues to be a good reminder of that when I am with my older daughter, Dahlia. For all I know, all I have is this moment with her. I try really hard to be as present with her, to love as hard, with this healthy vibrant child who feels to me like she will live forever. I always know that anything can happen...Galhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15515520003762525659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237529515432696063.post-31876615057853438432009-01-04T17:19:00.000-08:002009-01-04T17:19:00.000-08:00I do too, Carol. Thanks for sharing this with us.I do too, Carol. Thanks for sharing this with us.Hope's Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04984543289642681339noreply@blogger.com