Giving what you did not receive

[seasons]

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[Grace888]

That is beautiful indeed, just like diamonds in the sky.  Thanks for sharing.

Grace

[Sugarbear]

That made me tear up! (in a good way!)

I'm so happy for you to have such a loving family.
It gives me hope for myself.

Thanks for sharing it here.

[Hopalong]

Seasons,
How wonderful that you are the kind of person who would choose to tune into this:

her silence was filled with love

I think your lack of bitterness is what left room for you to fill up with love and pour it out to your own child. You're an inspiration.

Hops

[moonlight52]

Seasons            How Love LOVELY.......................
                  Moon

[gratitude28]

I know my mother loves me in some fashion... although she shows more malice towards me at times than love. But I too never shared anything with my mother like what I share with my daughter. We kiss and snuggle and I enjoy being with her so much. I never had anyone hold my hand or hold me either. I used to think I was a cold person with my family, but you can do what you don't know how to do, you know?????
Thanks for reminding me of the beauty in my relationship with my children!
Beth

[write]

I can't find the words to express the beauty that we shared.

well I'm glad you tried!

And your words give me courage when those infrequent precious moments appear with my child ( and the other children in my life )
I want to have the confidence to embrace them too, and be in that moment.

And what a gift, the poem yes, but your daughter's devotion, love and care knowing that it's not expected or demanded, but will be treasured and appreciated.

WESTLIFE LYRICS :

You Raise Me Up


When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up...
To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up...
To more than I can be.

There is no life - no life without its hunger;
Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;
But when you come and I am filled with wonder,
Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up...
To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up...
To more than I can be.

You raise me up...
To more than I can be.


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[ANewSheriff]

Seasons,

Thank you for sharing that.  Really.  What a beautiful tribute to the seemingly small things that make tremendous differences.  When my husband travels I let my kids camp out in our bedroom.  My daughter often makes her way up to my bed to snuggle.  We have gone to sleep many a night holding hands.  It is a most precious gift, I agree.  I am in the preteen years and I feel tiny little slips as she moves toward her own personhood and independence so I cherish these moments that we have together now. 

I fear not for the "troublesome teens" because I believe she will return to the last place that brought her acceptance and comfort after she has spread her wings - that place will be here.   Of course, my biggest concern is for her physical safety.  Hearts must be broken in order to make suitable planting grounds.  Hearts mend and minds expand.  The body can sometimes not be so forgiving. 

Anyway, I share with you the gratitude that you expressed.  Thank you again for taking the time to do so.

ANewSheriff

[moonlight52]

HI ALL , My hubby called the other late afternoon when he was driving our little one to the Library and said "run out fast into the back yard there's a double rainbow I do not want you to miss it".Beauty is a verb so I did and it was awesome.
Moon

[reallyME]

seasons:

My oldest daughter is Sweet 16. On her birthday (which we share) after all the celebrating was over, we lay-ed in her bed together.
It was dark, soft and cuddly. As we lay ed there we held hands, time stayed still, it was beautiful. Then she asked me to stay a bit longer and shared her ipod, we each put the ear pluggy thing in our ears and she played "You Raise Me Up" by Westlife. I was filled with such joy. I can't find the words to express the beauty that we shared. The priceless gift of giving and receiving love, with no words...except silent beauty.

Why am I sharing this? Well, my mother never sat with me on my bed, she never held my hand, I knew I couldn't reach for hers, because she was unable to do that. I know my mother loved me deeply, she was my truest friend. Yet, I wonder how much more we would of had, with the gentle touch of a child and a mother. I also wonder why I have this? Don't we try and fight what we learned as a child? It is not a challenge it is natural. I wonder why..........

Seasons, I can so totally relate to this!  I have a 20, 16, 12, 6 year old...all girls.  I love those intimate times of being with them.  There are truly no words to describe that...and

I also have a spiritual Mom (mentor, in the world's way of seeing things), who I lay on the bed with, talking, laughing, praying together.  I'm 39 now, but even so, those quiet moments just her and I are precious beyond words.  She is meek and gentle for the most part, and being with her heals some wounds in me from the lack of that nurturing time years ago from my biological mother.  When my bio mother remarried, those times were then transferred over to keep her ocd/paranoid-schiz husband happy.  I had to give up feeling special to my mother, as I felt replaced by an abusive step-dad, which I eventually made peace with and loved.  Nobody knew his dysfunction until right before he died.

Treasure these moments indeed.  I'm heading back to my own family tomorrow.  It's hard to tell Mom goodbye...she is more a mother to me than the bio one ever was, although I still talk to bio mother too.  I dearly love my spiritual Mom with everything in me, and parting is difficult for us both, but we will talk via online and phone.  It's just not the same being unable to see, touch, be with someone you love so deeply though.

Anyway, thank you for listening and seasons, thank you for touching a familiar place in my soul and heart.

~ReallyME
Laura