tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post6947879179316061297..comments2024-03-28T14:45:34.423-04:00Comments on 37 Paddington: So many roads37paddingtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-58762403140048241962013-04-24T16:35:05.491-04:002013-04-24T16:35:05.491-04:00Love thinking of those two bus buddies - once tiny...Love thinking of those two bus buddies - once tiny, now grown, riding that uncertain road again...About Last Weekendhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04716571630418078937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-48466242818442529772013-04-24T12:29:39.981-04:002013-04-24T12:29:39.981-04:00I promised myself when they were born that when it...I promised myself when they were born that when it was time, I would let them fly, I wouldn't worry and obsess and guilt them into checking in. I naively thought I could help ensure they knew everything they would need to know to stay safe and thrive in this world. This world, it makes little sense to me some days, but I'm learning to trust them to trust themselves. But this is the loneliest and scariest part of my journey yet. Letting go is the hardest thing. Can I hold hands with you all too? Mine will be empty soon enough, and knitting will not be enough to keep the ache at bay. Maybe I can find those moments of meditative bliss with Yobobe, or go insane with Mary. I think these blogs might save us a little. Thanks for your words, for spilling your heart to us so beautifully.<br />Love, MelMelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10114884092474969555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-56468545112295920982013-04-24T11:44:02.542-04:002013-04-24T11:44:02.542-04:00Having children is just so much heartache. It is i...Having children is just so much heartache. It is inherent in the having of them. You write it so beautifully. Vesuvius At Homehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02783271096885148080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-22542429256104525302013-04-23T14:48:28.901-04:002013-04-23T14:48:28.901-04:00Sometimes I think our uneasiness doesn't revea...Sometimes I think our uneasiness doesn't reveal itself until days later after it has left. <br />It seems crazy to me that anyone could run into someone they know in Port Authority =) I'm glad your daughter is safe. xoxoRachelVBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10312736736551027564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-16452315278098751122013-04-23T11:49:31.595-04:002013-04-23T11:49:31.595-04:00Angella, I've recently been sitting meditation...Angella, I've recently been sitting meditation, talk about thinking too much. I have thoughts on top of and under my thoughts. It's a horror show but there are sometimes a few seconds in between where it all stops and there is nothing but the vibration of the universe. It's just enough and maybe the seconds will grow into a minute of stillness....<br />My babies are getting ready to move out and I can already feel my heart wrinkling in sadness AND joy. They are starting out on their very own journey! I'll hold your hand and you hold mine.<br />xxooplantingalongtheverge.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13899341805908954700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-53943157152140450402013-04-23T09:30:51.152-04:002013-04-23T09:30:51.152-04:00Oh Angella I feel this separation- hurt- anxiety e...Oh Angella I feel this separation- hurt- anxiety every time my son leaves I hear what you write the ache of it the fact that at some point we are no longer their rudders though we are still home. No one prepared us for it either. Terrible Twos yes. Teenagerism yes. Even menopause (to an extent) but not the gut wrench of so called <i>Empty Nest Syndrome </i> like it is some flighty thing we can overcome by learning how to knit.<br />love<br />RebeccaRadish Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06534752971317927559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-39334188257985809232013-04-23T08:01:05.761-04:002013-04-23T08:01:05.761-04:00angella, i relate so much to the unease we are lef...angella, i relate so much to the unease we are left with when our children fly through on these quick visits...stopping, being totally there, and then gone again. my son came up for my birthday last month, was here just 2 days, and i sent him off in a blizzard to drive back to NYC. i have felt like a person with a phantom limb ever since. it just wasn't enough. susan t. landryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12454487318141469849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-61030481253812912142013-04-23T04:39:48.322-04:002013-04-23T04:39:48.322-04:00It sounds to me like you know exactly why you feel...It sounds to me like you know exactly why you feel uneasy. Life is full of uncertainties. But take joy and pride in the fact that your kids are so accomplished and self-directed -- that's no small thing!Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-88363231815626546902013-04-23T02:59:41.480-04:002013-04-23T02:59:41.480-04:00Well, if it's any comfort at all in the thinki...Well, if it's any comfort at all in the thinking, I think about both my boys leaving me one day and Sophie staying forever! There's no winning in the thinking and clinging, no?<br /><br />I had to chuckle at the news of your son wanting to be an EMT or fireman. I have always said that I hope my boys avoid medicine, never want to be doctors but rather firemen! I just think they're the finest people on the planet!Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-85077013697148366622013-04-22T17:26:46.161-04:002013-04-22T17:26:46.161-04:00Dear Kristin, i know what you mean! xoDear Kristin, i know what you mean! xo37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-83270714434031818352013-04-22T17:26:11.542-04:002013-04-22T17:26:11.542-04:00Dear Mary, this comment is everything. In a way I ...Dear Mary, this comment is everything. In a way I cannot even explain. But it is, and thank you.37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-24352112319486177512013-04-22T16:34:55.726-04:002013-04-22T16:34:55.726-04:00I'm glad she got to come by home on her way ba...I'm glad she got to come by home on her way back to school. After last week, I needed to see mine and they mostly live in town!Kristinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06413795611563683135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-14226138159761724732013-04-22T09:18:00.164-04:002013-04-22T09:18:00.164-04:00I think too much too and it's a big, huge prob...I think too much too and it's a big, huge problem and it always has been and I think I'll probably get some damn neurological disease because I will have worn out my neurons. <br />See? Perfect example of too-much-thinking-leading-to-too-much-worrying. <br />It is disconcerting for our babies to leave and then come back and to leave again. When I went crazy some years back I truly think it was because all the kids had moved out and I'd gotten used to that (sort of) and then Jason and Lily moved in and then Jessie moved back in and then they all moved back out and next thing you know, I was INSANE!<br />Your daughter is so beautiful.<br />Good morning, dear. Good morning. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.com