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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 646091" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>I did write that.</p><p></p><p>:O)</p><p></p><p>It is part of something written years ago, when all this started. Our identities do shatter when our children pull away. In healthy families, that is called empty nest syndrome and is a hard enough thing for the mom to go through that we all have heard that term. For us, for the moms here, it is so much worse. Our children are generally younger when they leave. They refuse preparation for their futures, we are often ashamed of what they are doing and who they seem to have become, and they stupidly put themselves in danger with drug use or dangerous men or weird, unfathomable belief systems. </p><p></p><p>Where was I going with this.</p><p></p><p>Oh, yes. I loved Albatross' imagery of the mosaic, and remembered the poem, and the brokenness of that beginning time, when difficult child daughter first began acting out, especially.</p><p></p><p>It felt (I felt) as though something precious had been broken into pieces, into so many irregularly shaped pieces. </p><p></p><p>I loved Albatross' imagery, because that is how I felt, too.</p><p></p><p>I still do, to a degree. But the colors of the pieces have changed, and the blood is fresh, flowing water, now. Here is a curious thing: For me now, the pieces of the mosaic I imagine are brilliant, metallic blues or greens, metallic like dragonflies.</p><p></p><p>So much (about a third) of the mosaic has come together.</p><p></p><p>I can see a pattern. </p><p></p><p>I am coming back together.</p><p></p><p>With that dragonfly imagery so much on my mind lately, I looked up the meaning of the dragonfly and learned it means rebirth.</p><p></p><p>How do you see the pieces of the mosaic?</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>Here is something beautiful that I heard last night during the President's State of the Union address. He was describing a letter sent to him, if you remember, by a young mother. In his description, he said:</p><p></p><p>"They were young and in love in America."</p><p></p><p>And he quoted the writer directly in the following:</p><p></p><p>"We are a strong, tightly knit family that has come through some very, very hard times."</p><p></p><p>So, I am loving the sense of freedom and good fortune in that first observation. We live (for the most part) in America, too. And the possibilities and the brilliance of the future, for us too, are limited only by our imaginations, by our perceptions and belief in ourselves.</p><p></p><p>Our lives have not ended.</p><p></p><p>Something precious was broken; but we are not consigned to trailing along after our kids, holding out a beggar's cup.</p><p></p><p>Please don't do this.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 646091, member: 17461"] I did write that. :O) It is part of something written years ago, when all this started. Our identities do shatter when our children pull away. In healthy families, that is called empty nest syndrome and is a hard enough thing for the mom to go through that we all have heard that term. For us, for the moms here, it is so much worse. Our children are generally younger when they leave. They refuse preparation for their futures, we are often ashamed of what they are doing and who they seem to have become, and they stupidly put themselves in danger with drug use or dangerous men or weird, unfathomable belief systems. Where was I going with this. Oh, yes. I loved Albatross' imagery of the mosaic, and remembered the poem, and the brokenness of that beginning time, when difficult child daughter first began acting out, especially. It felt (I felt) as though something precious had been broken into pieces, into so many irregularly shaped pieces. I loved Albatross' imagery, because that is how I felt, too. I still do, to a degree. But the colors of the pieces have changed, and the blood is fresh, flowing water, now. Here is a curious thing: For me now, the pieces of the mosaic I imagine are brilliant, metallic blues or greens, metallic like dragonflies. So much (about a third) of the mosaic has come together. I can see a pattern. I am coming back together. With that dragonfly imagery so much on my mind lately, I looked up the meaning of the dragonfly and learned it means rebirth. How do you see the pieces of the mosaic? *** Here is something beautiful that I heard last night during the President's State of the Union address. He was describing a letter sent to him, if you remember, by a young mother. In his description, he said: "They were young and in love in America." And he quoted the writer directly in the following: "We are a strong, tightly knit family that has come through some very, very hard times." So, I am loving the sense of freedom and good fortune in that first observation. We live (for the most part) in America, too. And the possibilities and the brilliance of the future, for us too, are limited only by our imaginations, by our perceptions and belief in ourselves. Our lives have not ended. Something precious was broken; but we are not consigned to trailing along after our kids, holding out a beggar's cup. Please don't do this. *** Cedar [/QUOTE]
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