tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881975458694708284.post2811032506879750737..comments2021-05-12T11:16:42.400-05:00Comments on below sea level: Run Away, Run Away, Run AwayFish Out of Waterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391844212535708noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881975458694708284.post-17716095779991476612013-01-20T11:17:01.792-06:002013-01-20T11:17:01.792-06:00Oh Claire, I feel your pain. My daughter has been...Oh Claire, I feel your pain. My daughter has been begging for a baby anything since she was in pre-school. I thought for years that I wanted one too. Nature disagreed. Turns out it was God doing for me what I could not do for myself. <br /><br />When I was growing up it was my sister and me. My mother was ore-occupied w/ my alcoholic father and the fact that he wouldn't "act right". She was constantly shewing us off to "go play w/ your sister" while she buried her face in a book. The result? I've never had an intimate relationship w/ my mother. For years I didn't care to. Today I see that she gave me the gift of knowing what I don't want with my own child. I see how easy it was for her to isolate b/c my sister and I had each other to be with. I am so grateful today for my "only". She and I have a relationship I only dreamed of having with my own mother and my daughter loves being w/ me, but since she gets that time and is secure in knowing she gets that time, she is able to allow me my time alone. I works, for us. Keep writing Claire! I love reading your posts! Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881975458694708284.post-54981494327784601032012-12-20T19:30:11.582-06:002012-12-20T19:30:11.582-06:00I remember trying to move to the neighbors house a...I remember trying to move to the neighbors house around 3 years old. My mother said I could go live with them and I thought that was fine, but apparently she was only calling my bluff. It was an awkward time for a while after that. Being an only child (and adopted) I can remember wanting sibling since I always thought there'd be someone else who would be in trouble for a change besides me. <br />You're doing a fine job Claire, growing up isn't easy on anyone. I'm surprised my parents let me live. I'm grateful for that now.Rahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07273289710214675593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881975458694708284.post-45901753009159798282012-08-15T23:23:10.735-05:002012-08-15T23:23:10.735-05:00I remember standing in the kitchen telling my mom ...I remember standing in the kitchen telling my mom that I was running away w/ a suitcase in hand. She asked me where I was going and I said to Aunt Celeste's house. She said , Ok I'll call them and tell them you are coming and I think at that point I chickened out. I was probably Max's age. You are wonderful Claire! I miss you!Elizabeth Ferry Pekinshttp://bybethstudio.etsy.comnoreply@blogger.com