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In an effort to launch something in a very short timeframe, after three months of coding in off hours for stints of a few minutes at a time, I used a framework to get *something* out. This is not code I would use for a client. Ever.
In fact, if you could see my face right now, you'd realize this is a little more than painful.
But, as sometimes has to happen with personal projects, the non-paying personal site takes a backseat to quality and gets dressed in handmedown code. Thanks to VMcore for the free ride here.
I remind myself, when moments get tortured and tough and infinite, that this is but a chapter in our lives. We need all of these chapters to make a rich story of our lives.
It passes all too quickly. I think this is the biggest reason why I want more. To be able to savor, to cling, to not rush them into growing up too quickly. Because sometimes I look back and I know that while I was pushing them to be more independent I was robbing myself of time that I will never get back.
Another someone who knows and writes well where I find comfort and familiarity. Megan, I can’t wait to kiss the shit out of you tuesday.
Yes, THIS. We need this, as much as our foremothers needed leaning over the fence to borrow a cup of sugar when they full well had some in the pantry, or their foremothers needed cooking over a common fire.
We need this. We need to remember that we are human, and it is okay.
And sometimes, it is very, very beautiful.
Oh, Heather, THIS: “While I was pushing them to be more independent I was robbing myself of time that I will never get back.”
YES. God. That.
I’m not seeing y’alls comments until after I write one and then oh forever a million times agreeing. “We need this. We need to remember that we are human, and it is okay.
And sometimes, it is very, very beautiful.” Agreed Agreed, Susan.
Oh, yes. Shudder.
Amanda is spot on with that post. My babies are now 12, 14 and almost 17. They are beautiful and perfect in every way.
But the time is gone that I could nap curled around them, that it was OK for me to spend hours on the couch, just holding them while they slept. My world revolved around them, and theirs around me… the way, I think, it should be.
It’s passed now, and i can’t get it back. I ache with both emptiness and pride as I watch each of them move toward independence.
Take it while it’s there. The housework will wait, the book will wait, even you “life” will wait.
Because really, this IS IT. Take it, live it and love it. (hearts)
Pop over to http://allthingsmom-christina.blogspot.com/2011/01/rolling-stone.html if you have a second. I’d appreciate it, and you can see my babies <3
This is actually why I *started* blogging, not to make money or meet people or improve my writing but to keep the moments intact. My son (likely my only child) is only 3 and I already tear up thinking of how he is slipping away.
The friends and support and knowledge I’ve gained through blogging was just a huge, unexpected benefit.
Great post. Thanks for sharing.
I try to get one more hug every day before my child grows up, too, and will have their own life.
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