I recently listened to the actor James Marsden interviewed about his new project, a show called “Jury Duty,” in which someone believes he is called to serve on a real jury, but the whole thing is staged, and everyone else is an actor.
It’s been a few years but it all came rushing back. Such depth and vulnerability in your details. Only the dog sees my face this morning and she is my confidant.
Your words beautifully shape the journey we go on alongside (behind? In front of?) our child. As parents of only children, we get one chance, and I felt identical emotions upon reflection. Ahhh the way you captured that fear married to protective mother. “Not. On. My. Watch.” I love the way you balanced it all, and done so with your poetic voice. ❤️
This gets better every time I read it. I could quote you in a dozen places. Even as I type this (sitting in my boys’ bedroom, waiting for them to fall asleep) I have regrets. I want do-overs. But tomorrow I’ll have the same needs and wants that will conflict with theirs, and it’ll be another day that I’ll wish could be a little different but was glorious in its own way. I guess what I’m saying is--I’m sure you did the very best job a daughter could ask for.
I felt this deeply: I don’t know. Is she who she is because of me, or in spite of me?
With two adult boys, the feeling is the same.
It’s been a few years but it all came rushing back. Such depth and vulnerability in your details. Only the dog sees my face this morning and she is my confidant.
Thank you so much 🙏
Your words beautifully shape the journey we go on alongside (behind? In front of?) our child. As parents of only children, we get one chance, and I felt identical emotions upon reflection. Ahhh the way you captured that fear married to protective mother. “Not. On. My. Watch.” I love the way you balanced it all, and done so with your poetic voice. ❤️
Keep posting. I want more.
This gets better every time I read it. I could quote you in a dozen places. Even as I type this (sitting in my boys’ bedroom, waiting for them to fall asleep) I have regrets. I want do-overs. But tomorrow I’ll have the same needs and wants that will conflict with theirs, and it’ll be another day that I’ll wish could be a little different but was glorious in its own way. I guess what I’m saying is--I’m sure you did the very best job a daughter could ask for.
Thank you--for getting me here and reading this piece. I’m so grateful!