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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 617644" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>I agree with this, Nomad. And our difficult children are learning lessons, too. Sometimes? When it's been an especially trying time? I tell myself difficult child daughter had so many lessons to learn that God gave her me for a mother just to get her through it.</p><p></p><p>:O)</p><p></p><p>Ahem.</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p><p></p><p>P.S. I get it that no one was given a certain person as a mother to help them through it, much as my ego blossoms and responds to that kind of thinking. We are all learning, here. It is just as likely that difficult child was given to me to help me through it. Or, that we are all given to one another exactly when, where, and how we are needed.</p><p></p><p>Life is so strangely, beautifully complex. How could it be that we are engaged, deeply engaged, in anything but exactly what it looks like? It's been an impossibly hard journey for all of us, though. I am so happy to have found this site, so glad it is here for us.</p><p></p><p>And that we are here for one another.</p><p></p><p>A blessing, for sure. Maybe? Even a bona fide miracle, right here in this "often grubby, day we are blessed to be alive in."</p><p></p><p>********************</p><p></p><p>Still haven't talked with difficult child daughter, Recovering. husband did talk to her yesterday. Believe it or not, they talked more about difficult child doctor visits than what the abusive male's sentence was. Here is a funny. husband really does not want difficult child or difficult child granddaughter to come here, now that everything is resolving successfully right where she is. So, though I am thinking difficult child must have told husband about the sentence, about the abusive male's mother asking difficult child to write a letter asking for leniency, about the picture the mom sent difficult child? She also told him she would be ready to come down after a surgery on the 7th.</p><p></p><p>And that is the only thing husband clearly remembered or wanted to talk about, last night!</p><p></p><p>:O)</p><p></p><p>*********************</p><p></p><p>Nomad, this is a story I read once, about the purpose of life.</p><p></p><p>It is as though we are on a machine of some kind, held in place while tiny needles pierce our skins in the same patterns, over and over and over, throughout our lives. Eventually, just as we are dieing, we "read" the patterns we cannot see but can only feel, and have felt, all of our lives.</p><p></p><p>It wasn't a very good story, really? But I never forgot it, either.</p><p></p><p>Here is another:</p><p></p><p>I read this in one of my father's Playboy magazines. </p><p></p><p>:O)</p><p></p><p>So, everywhere you look, there are people lying on the ground. There is nothing else. Each of the people is connected to something, some thing no one quite understands, in the middle of the place where everyone is, by a cord that extends from the mysterious place into the body of each person. When a woman becomes pregnant, the first sign of pregnancy is that a second cord begins growing from her ankle into her uterus. Each of the people is pulled along the ground at a different rate of speed. Some of the people travel so closely that they fall in love. Some hate one another, but there they are, being dragged along the ground at a speed they did not choose, toward something they do not understand. </p><p></p><p>No one escapes.</p><p></p><p>No one knows what it is, where they are going, what happens when they get there.</p><p></p><p>And no one ever comes back.</p><p></p><p>I never forgot that story, either.</p><p></p><p>And here is something beautiful I read, once. It is a Jewish wisdom quote.</p><p></p><p>"Both you and the other came naked into the world, and will eventually sleep in the dust, together."</p><p></p><p>I love that.</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 617644, member: 17461"] I agree with this, Nomad. And our difficult children are learning lessons, too. Sometimes? When it's been an especially trying time? I tell myself difficult child daughter had so many lessons to learn that God gave her me for a mother just to get her through it. :O) Ahem. Cedar P.S. I get it that no one was given a certain person as a mother to help them through it, much as my ego blossoms and responds to that kind of thinking. We are all learning, here. It is just as likely that difficult child was given to me to help me through it. Or, that we are all given to one another exactly when, where, and how we are needed. Life is so strangely, beautifully complex. How could it be that we are engaged, deeply engaged, in anything but exactly what it looks like? It's been an impossibly hard journey for all of us, though. I am so happy to have found this site, so glad it is here for us. And that we are here for one another. A blessing, for sure. Maybe? Even a bona fide miracle, right here in this "often grubby, day we are blessed to be alive in." ******************** Still haven't talked with difficult child daughter, Recovering. husband did talk to her yesterday. Believe it or not, they talked more about difficult child doctor visits than what the abusive male's sentence was. Here is a funny. husband really does not want difficult child or difficult child granddaughter to come here, now that everything is resolving successfully right where she is. So, though I am thinking difficult child must have told husband about the sentence, about the abusive male's mother asking difficult child to write a letter asking for leniency, about the picture the mom sent difficult child? She also told him she would be ready to come down after a surgery on the 7th. And that is the only thing husband clearly remembered or wanted to talk about, last night! :O) ********************* Nomad, this is a story I read once, about the purpose of life. It is as though we are on a machine of some kind, held in place while tiny needles pierce our skins in the same patterns, over and over and over, throughout our lives. Eventually, just as we are dieing, we "read" the patterns we cannot see but can only feel, and have felt, all of our lives. It wasn't a very good story, really? But I never forgot it, either. Here is another: I read this in one of my father's Playboy magazines. :O) So, everywhere you look, there are people lying on the ground. There is nothing else. Each of the people is connected to something, some thing no one quite understands, in the middle of the place where everyone is, by a cord that extends from the mysterious place into the body of each person. When a woman becomes pregnant, the first sign of pregnancy is that a second cord begins growing from her ankle into her uterus. Each of the people is pulled along the ground at a different rate of speed. Some of the people travel so closely that they fall in love. Some hate one another, but there they are, being dragged along the ground at a speed they did not choose, toward something they do not understand. No one escapes. No one knows what it is, where they are going, what happens when they get there. And no one ever comes back. I never forgot that story, either. And here is something beautiful I read, once. It is a Jewish wisdom quote. "Both you and the other came naked into the world, and will eventually sleep in the dust, together." I love that. Cedar [/QUOTE]
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