Feb 9, 2010
dark outside
it is raining. cold and heavy. and the sirens have started. someone has slid off the road. someone has run off the cliff. and it feels like someone walked back and forth across my face all night long. it feels like someone made me breathe a tin of pepper as i slept. this little virus will not be moved. and she is a ruthless tease.
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I'm sorry to hear your virus persists.
On the other side of the world, I did not sleep well either last night, not a virus, just the day to day vicissitudes of bringing up adolescent daughters who sometimes worry me and keep me awake.
Get well soon.
daughterhood is a hard, hard thing. not only to live but to watch. their hurts remind you of your hurts maybe. your struggles.
i've seen my mother cry for my pain, my heart-ache, my confusion... my darkness that sometimes finds such a huge depth. it has scared her. she knows that depth too and, i guess, had hoped i'd be spared.
i am not a mother and so i don't know that love; but i know that it is deep and swelling and grand and painful. an odd mirror, i think. an odd mirror, it must be.
(BIG HUG)
i can tell you from my own experience that they worry runs in both directions. us daughters worry about our mothers too. :)
maybe i just said that because i want to tell my mom that.
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i hope that helps just a little. i hope you're having sweet dreams way over there on the other side of the world.
love
angela
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