Actions and intentions
So I made the gesture to nudge a good friend to post something in her journal, it was very well received (again she is a good friend after all) and what do I do? well I stop posting for a week myself.
Action vs. Intention.
My gesture was great, it is always nice to read posts from her, and I believe over these past few years that writing is almost as therapeutic for her as it is for me. Many times my posts here, though public, are actually written with her in mind and for her posts, they are for friends only. I am quite flattered that she posts in her live journal to an audience of possibly one.
So now after reading her post, I must write and actually have gotten some inspiration to write. Life is such a complex thing, we try to simplify and often I wonder how people can go out of their way to complicate their own lives. The life of a parent is multiplied in complexity even mine which by most standards is quite plain and ordinary most of time. When your constantly having to deal with the issues of children; the more the merrier is not the rule of thumb at all. In fact life can be exponentially more difficult with each child you add, and for someone who raising daughters who are 5 years apart in age, I would gladly want twins next time. two diapers, bottles, feedings is much easier than high school vs. grammar school, dances vs. fairs, dresses vs. magazine sales; and lets not even open the “why does she get to stay up later than me” wounds right now.
The winter weather adds in colds, the flu, holiday season and who thought up the costume idea first. It is this time of year we parents have to wear Doctor, Referee, Decorator and Dictator hats; always a great feeling when you are supposed to be filled with joy, understanding and twenty-dollar bills like a living ATM machine.
As I sit here and reflect on this, I can honestly say I wouldn’t change a thing, because it would give me less to say when my grandchildren ask “Grandpa, what was mom like as a kid?”
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