Time once again to get this party started. Here are the Rules and Ping Back C’mon on in the water is fine. You know you REALLY want to join us. Thanks Linda for another good prompt: birth and/or berth. Happy Birthday to her son and all the other 9/2 babies 🙂
Birth first – easy right?
That part is just nature taking its course. But, and it’s a big but, there are exceptions. Infertility for example. My kids are 9 1/2 years part and that was not by choice but rather by chance; temporary struggles to conceive. The original plan was to have two kids two years or three years apart and then mark our family complete. Turns out the man upstairs had other plans. More on that later, in another post maybe?
Little did I know, that the real work … the hardest part of being a parent begins AFTER they are born. Oh those little balls of clay ready for moulding, those blank slates ready to be written in superfluous script, those wonderous miracles of life … Those babies are living, breathing bundles of joy who will insert their free will just as soon as they figure stuff out. Too bad controller Jill, you do not get to decide their fate just because you gave birth to them.
Berth second – hard right?
Planes, Trains and Automobiles – I still miss you Johns ~ Candy and Hughes.
Actually more like trains and ships. Both have berths. Uncomfortable sleeping quarters. Like tombs. Even the sound of berth … rhymes with earth … terra dark … rough. No other thoughts come to mind for berth other than maybe giving someone wide berth.
Picture this a titanic size ship avoid the iceberg dead ahead!!!!
This thought hits close to home. I am the USS Copahee in the picture above and Lulu is the iceberg. We have been giving each other wide berth. Trying not to meddle. Letting my little chick-a-dee fly. Hoping I do not leave such a giant space that she goes away for good. Say it with me “J-Dub is QUEEN comma drama”
I know better. Of course she will come back home … one day … to visit …
Until then, have you ever seen anyone THIS HAPPY?!??!? The passenger seat is open for me after all (now that her stuff has been sufficiently stuffed) but Pony is taking my place. That makes my heart full ❤
We’ve come quite a distance dear ones if you’ll followed this stream. The drip is now forming.
In closing, I believe there is a kernel of truth in the expression “You can’t go home again”. Even when you can’t feel the shift, change is occurring. Like it or not (and I rather love change even while I protest too much). When/if you do go home again, things will never be quite the same. And “SAME” just like “NORMAL” and “PERFECTION” are overrated.
As always, more to come.