Hi LiveJournal
It's been over a year since I posted in LiveJournal. A lot of things have changed, I have changed. All my dear sisteys are writing in their livejournals about change and I suppose I should join the bandwagon. Change may be the only thing that is truly certain.
It's weird because everything seems to have two faces. Growing up is like that I think. You always want to grow up, because then you would be able to do X Y and Z and have T experience. But then you always think about when you were younger, and wonder why you don't do A B and C anymore. You miss G experience. But you can't go back, so you forge ahead, into the world of AA BB and CC--when you are sitting so far back in the theatre that they need a two letter combination to designate your aisle.
I wonder how much having kids is about getting back to A B and C. At some point you realize you can never be there again ever. The next best thing is letting someone you love have those experiences, and looking by and thinking that you gave birth to the joy that exists in the fists that hold the crayons or pop bubbles. How come they get to sit in the front row of the life theatre--how come our faces can't reflect that sort of wonderment?
I wonder if everyone asks these questions, or if we Goulds are just a plain nostalgic old bunch? At least we love each other. Really there's nothing more you can ask for.
It's weird because everything seems to have two faces. Growing up is like that I think. You always want to grow up, because then you would be able to do X Y and Z and have T experience. But then you always think about when you were younger, and wonder why you don't do A B and C anymore. You miss G experience. But you can't go back, so you forge ahead, into the world of AA BB and CC--when you are sitting so far back in the theatre that they need a two letter combination to designate your aisle.
I wonder how much having kids is about getting back to A B and C. At some point you realize you can never be there again ever. The next best thing is letting someone you love have those experiences, and looking by and thinking that you gave birth to the joy that exists in the fists that hold the crayons or pop bubbles. How come they get to sit in the front row of the life theatre--how come our faces can't reflect that sort of wonderment?
I wonder if everyone asks these questions, or if we Goulds are just a plain nostalgic old bunch? At least we love each other. Really there's nothing more you can ask for.