Women: Nature's Punching Bag
Ow. Sometimes when I think about my daughter and how wonderful she is and what the rest of her life will be like with her disabilities, I feel true sorrow. It's a strange feeling and it will come at any time. Today, I was checking a tape of The Littles ( that's right, the show that was on when we were kids, about the little people who live in the wall) at werk and one of the character's smiles reminded me of Lily's pure, happy, grin. Emotion flooded over me and I had to cover my face and choke back tears. I don't really understand it, but I sort of wish that I could allow myself to let go, and get all snotty and tear-soaked. I can't honestly remember the last time I cried. I'm not saying that I haven't had any reason too, but I just feel that it's not my place or role.