it's about time, orson!
orson was FINALLY born this morning to our friends toni and david. i am overwhelmed. he is huge and pink and fabulous. see for yourself.
his intials are either OAT or OATH (depending on whether you treat the hyphenated last name as one word or two) - either way, he will have an awesome monogram.
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my sister went back home this morning. my brother-in-law was there; he decided not to go to work today. i haven't heard from her since she went home. i am crossing my fingers and hoping for the best - whatever the best is. i'm not sure what it is, frankly.
my mom called a little bit ago to see if i had heard from her, and she asked about my grieving, and i realized that she has no idea where i am because i haven't been processing things with her, which would be our old habit. i have been talking to justin, and to kath, and to david, and to jen, and blogging and talking to other bloggers, and seeing the therapist, but i haven't been talking to her about my grief since she went home after the memorial service. it was agonizing, because she was trying to encourage me, but it was all wrong. she would do anything to help me, and said so, but she can't help me this time, except to support me and to stop trying to fix it for me. i'm going to have to tell her so. it will hurt her feelings, but i think we've come far enough together that she can take it. i hope so.
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i did make it to a garbagey movie last night: monster-in-law. j-lo's acting consisted of shrugging her shoulders and tilting her head and making big O-shapes with her mouth and swinging her hair extensions (a multi-faceted performance!). but jane fonda - what a pleasure. she's old, but she's cool with it, and she's old in all her glory. she's still luminous and still has that quality of nervous buzzing just beneath the surface of her skin, and there is no one else like her.
his intials are either OAT or OATH (depending on whether you treat the hyphenated last name as one word or two) - either way, he will have an awesome monogram.
*****
my sister went back home this morning. my brother-in-law was there; he decided not to go to work today. i haven't heard from her since she went home. i am crossing my fingers and hoping for the best - whatever the best is. i'm not sure what it is, frankly.
my mom called a little bit ago to see if i had heard from her, and she asked about my grieving, and i realized that she has no idea where i am because i haven't been processing things with her, which would be our old habit. i have been talking to justin, and to kath, and to david, and to jen, and blogging and talking to other bloggers, and seeing the therapist, but i haven't been talking to her about my grief since she went home after the memorial service. it was agonizing, because she was trying to encourage me, but it was all wrong. she would do anything to help me, and said so, but she can't help me this time, except to support me and to stop trying to fix it for me. i'm going to have to tell her so. it will hurt her feelings, but i think we've come far enough together that she can take it. i hope so.
*****
i did make it to a garbagey movie last night: monster-in-law. j-lo's acting consisted of shrugging her shoulders and tilting her head and making big O-shapes with her mouth and swinging her hair extensions (a multi-faceted performance!). but jane fonda - what a pleasure. she's old, but she's cool with it, and she's old in all her glory. she's still luminous and still has that quality of nervous buzzing just beneath the surface of her skin, and there is no one else like her.
posted by laura at 7:09 PM
2 Comments:
I hope that talking to your mom helps her to see how you feel. I am sure she means well, and I am sure she feels pain in a way that we too can't understand. I know for my mom it was hard because she saw me in SUCH intense pain and she couldnt fix it, and at the same time she was grieving for her grandson. I can't imagine watching my child go through what WE are going through.
Isn't that hard? I went through the same thing with my mom. Moms want to fix everything for their kids and they just can't fix this. It sucks. Everybody feels so powerless.
I love the name Orson. :)
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