tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970927334223123519.post2331676979088177455..comments2020-12-22T14:45:20.593+01:00Comments on Euro Like Me: Between Momentspathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14675993483165955805noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970927334223123519.post-71787957685978877052009-01-08T06:19:00.000+01:002009-01-08T06:19:00.000+01:00Thanks, Kat! I think I see what you're saying. I'm...Thanks, Kat! I think I see what you're saying. I'm working on really Seeing V. and being with her as much as I can. Maybe I should set that as my goal: getting to know who she is. That's one of the best parts of having a friend anyway. Or a daughter.pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14675993483165955805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970927334223123519.post-87156023741032423732009-01-07T01:29:00.000+01:002009-01-07T01:29:00.000+01:00Dear Pat:We are all trying to earn and keep our ch...Dear Pat:<BR/><BR/>We are all trying to earn and keep our children's trust, every day. And we do it in small ways (making sure to buy the orange juice without pulp, letting the kid pick the bedtime book)and big ones (making sure there's juice and food at all, and reading, and telling them we love them.)<BR/><BR/>At the same time, there are a lot of unpleasant things that we can't do anything about, that we can't keep them from feeling even if there's food and love and we're all warm and safe.<BR/><BR/>My kid has been lucky, in the sense that he's been surrounded with love from the get-go. But still, he's human, and that involves a certain amount of existential weirdness. <BR/><BR/>I came home from the studio one Sunday afternoon a couple of years ago to find the boy and the man watching some 50s sci-fi flick on TV. Seemed innocent enough, but I had to give hubster the eyeball, because I could tell that the Snail Monster was going to be waking us up at night for a while.<BR/><BR/>And sure enough, that was the first big "I'm SCARED" encounter. So we got up at night and soothed, and drew pictures of the monster and talked, etc. But it all made me realize that while I can soothe and love and talk and hug, I can't fix that big scary conundrum: there are snail monsters (real and imagined), and we're all alone, and all we've got is each other.<BR/><BR/>So that's a really long way of saying we're all trying to figure out the stuff you describe, every day. It's the 360 loop on the parenting thrill ride... We're an ocean away, but I can feel the love you've got for those girls, and although it's strange to say it this way, I'm proud of how sensitive you are to their natures... I think that really Seeing who our kids are as people is maybe the best thing we can do for them. (besides buying the right juice...)<BR/><BR/>love<BR/>katKathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10859314803601003396noreply@blogger.com