Tales of Tacoma and other random silliness
It's funny how having kids changes you.Not for the better or the worse ...Just different.
Ok, Miss I-want-to-be-a-writer,could you please explain yourself in a bit more detail? I think I know that you mean, but I now I am curious to read it from your perspective.
The comment above done with a smile from Mr. I-can't-proofread-my-own-typing...
Hope you're doing ok! :)
Hey, that's MRS. I-want-to-be-a-writer. And yes, details please...who is doing the changing?
To truth b told's credit, this person knows it's Mrs. ... have no fear. And yes, I'm doing OK. It was merely a weekend of observations ... and jenny, you were among them. This post was cryptic in large part because it wasn't all about me. It was about observations en masse ... a bit about myself, but more reflected in dear friends new and old about how having children changes us ... we become less self-centric, the little things matter less, and yet they matter more. Common ground is borne in a space that includes people from a vast variety of backgrounds. I am less scare to meet new people as a parent -- whether they're parents or not. I'm less scare to explore. And I notice those around me who become parents become different people, too. And it's not that I'd love them any more or less had they NOT become parents, I just appreciate the transition and where such transition comes from.That said: That's all you get for now. I may blog more about it in the future. But let's just have it be said that having kids changes you ... and, quite seriously, it's not for the better or for the worse, it's a metamorphosis I would not exchange, and yet not one I would INFLICT on anyone. (Not I did not say wish, I said inflict ... it's not something to push folks into, but it's definitely one to celebrate cherish should it be chosen or happened upon.)Message in a nutshell: Enjoy what life deals you, and appreciate those around you. Life is a glorious, mysterious thing ... and living it is a gift not to be taken for granted.
And apparently as a parent I can't hit the "d" key very well ...
Or other keys ... darn typos. I officially claim "momma brain" ... but you get the gist ... :)
Well said. It is also amazing and wonderful to watch as those same children move on to change the world around them, while continuing to change you...
Very nice my dear. And, you know, if you wanted to write more, and use me as an example, that would be OK. Because I love reading stories about myself.Hey, kids don't change Everything :)
So, Mister "truth b told" ... should I ask YOU to explain yourself in a bit more detail?!?!?!?! ;)
Fair enough. Hmmm. I enjoy (and quietly cheer) when I see the next generation use their talents to share new perspectives on what is important in life or simply bring people together in community.Their energy, interests, music, art, writings, movies, cause me to reflect on my own life, my own priorities, my own direction in a different way than I might on my own.I watch with pride; I learn to keep living; I reap the rewards of life's changes.
What the post lacks in words, it makes up for in driving comments.My 2 cents. The change, for better and worse, was decidedly tipped on the scale of better for me. Though the pros and cons of who I am could be argued, it was after I had my first child that I no longer thought the world revolved around me. To be clear, egocentricism and conceit are two different things, and I am not suggesting conceit on my part. It is just that I used to see everything in the world as it applied to me and my life.Talk about a drastic change of world view. And now I have four of them.
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