You think you know someone...and it's a shock when you realize you are wrong.
Regroup and move on.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Happy!
So my big boy has got a girl. As in girlfriend. I am still holding out hope that it is not too serious. I mean, he is 15, and it is normal. But I don't think I am ready for all the luggage that comes with serious girlfriends.
Having said that, she is a lovely girl - pretty, smart and friendly - and I am very happy about some of the immediate changes she has brought to our lives.
My son now gets up of his own volition and showers every morning. *gasp* No more nagging him - he actually wants to look good!
Yesterday, he took my baby boy with him down to town, and they spent the afternoon together with above-mentioned girlfriend and her little sister. A great time was had by all, apparently.
My heart was doing loops, thinking of how nicely the boys had got along, how fantastic the older one had been to the younger one, etc.
Mother joy.
Having said that, she is a lovely girl - pretty, smart and friendly - and I am very happy about some of the immediate changes she has brought to our lives.
My son now gets up of his own volition and showers every morning. *gasp* No more nagging him - he actually wants to look good!
Yesterday, he took my baby boy with him down to town, and they spent the afternoon together with above-mentioned girlfriend and her little sister. A great time was had by all, apparently.
My heart was doing loops, thinking of how nicely the boys had got along, how fantastic the older one had been to the younger one, etc.
Mother joy.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Not Funny...
Rather than dust off the old blog, I thought I'd get a fresh start in a brand new space. My gawd it was hard to come up with a name, and I was not successful. My excuse is that all the cool names were already taken.
So here I am, with my brand new, shining red dancing shoes on. Ready to speak. Or write. About what? Everything that pops into the muddle that is my mind.
A precariously difficult family situation has brought me face to face with an uncomfortable question: To what degree can we truly understand and empathisize with others?
Are we always motivated by self-interest, or have we evolved to a point where we can act wholeheartedly with others in mind? Or are even those supposedly charitable actions really motivated by a need for recognition or some other fundamentally self-centered emotion?
How does love play into this? Can you love someone else more than yourself? And if so, would you be able to promote their interest, even at the expense of your own?
The love between two adults is different than the love between parent and child. And I would argue that the love between parent and dependent child is different than the love between parent and independent child.
Is one of these bonds stronger than the others? Or is love always love, regardless?
And what happens when love and self-interest are not aligned?
So here I am, with my brand new, shining red dancing shoes on. Ready to speak. Or write. About what? Everything that pops into the muddle that is my mind.
A precariously difficult family situation has brought me face to face with an uncomfortable question: To what degree can we truly understand and empathisize with others?
Are we always motivated by self-interest, or have we evolved to a point where we can act wholeheartedly with others in mind? Or are even those supposedly charitable actions really motivated by a need for recognition or some other fundamentally self-centered emotion?
How does love play into this? Can you love someone else more than yourself? And if so, would you be able to promote their interest, even at the expense of your own?
The love between two adults is different than the love between parent and child. And I would argue that the love between parent and dependent child is different than the love between parent and independent child.
Is one of these bonds stronger than the others? Or is love always love, regardless?
And what happens when love and self-interest are not aligned?
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