tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133586152925723487.post6574932784960239133..comments2023-10-25T10:48:33.620-07:00Comments on Letters to the World: Uncharted Territory on Duncan AvenueRebecca S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409572371302109142noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133586152925723487.post-53741489286677094112012-10-23T14:33:12.745-07:002012-10-23T14:33:12.745-07:00Why thank you, Abby! I do like to see myself as sq...Why thank you, Abby! I do like to see myself as squashing faulty notions now and again. Rebecca S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16409572371302109142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133586152925723487.post-30615115026430406902012-10-23T14:32:09.560-07:002012-10-23T14:32:09.560-07:00Sort of delusional mystical fog...:)Sort of delusional mystical fog...:)Rebecca S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16409572371302109142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133586152925723487.post-52993954239324876202012-10-23T14:31:31.166-07:002012-10-23T14:31:31.166-07:00Thank you Roxanne :) I thought maybe you meant to ...Thank you Roxanne :) I thought maybe you meant to retire back there...you always spoke of it so wistfully to us.Rebecca S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16409572371302109142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133586152925723487.post-67278144510207893252012-10-23T12:47:02.151-07:002012-10-23T12:47:02.151-07:00Love the photo. That house has personality.
Boy,...Love the photo. That house has personality.<br /><br />Boy, how I could relate to this post - from the days when my kids were also little and all-time consuming. Wasn't that just a year ago or so??<br /><br />The lullaby is beautiful. Full-time moms often get stereotyped as being unable to do anything else. You squash that SO faulty notion!Abbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05853360875281742784noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133586152925723487.post-44478848786345106832012-10-19T18:50:44.785-07:002012-10-19T18:50:44.785-07:00what a cool little lullaby....ha...funny thinking ...what a cool little lullaby....ha...funny thinking on the creativity that comes from teh sleep deprivation of having children...smiles...sounds like some nice walks along the way as well...having kids is a treasure for sure..Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133586152925723487.post-60576188932872338192012-10-19T15:14:20.038-07:002012-10-19T15:14:20.038-07:00Rebecca, once again you strike a chord with me :) ...Rebecca, once again you strike a chord with me :) Courtenay is home for me and I can see the house on Duncan avenue and walk carefully on the road to Puntledge Park where I played many a fastball game. I too lived there with wee ones but didn't experience the lack of sleep or the absence of family. I certainly did experience though the tumultuous times that come with finding ones way through marriage, extended family, children and a need to have a bit of time to oneself. My walks to the ocean in Comox started when I was 14 and to this day the Spit is the place I go to in my soul when I need to breathe deeply. It is also the place we hope to retired to. Such lucky children to have a mom who writes lullabys and shares her stories with them! <br />Thanks Rebecca!Live Each Dayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11927310089764123891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133586152925723487.post-80146212474567195842012-10-19T09:47:25.383-07:002012-10-19T09:47:25.383-07:00I can only sleep if I've read first to concent...I can only sleep if I've read first to concentrate my mind on something besides, well, everything else!<br />Great to hear from you :)Rebecca S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16409572371302109142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133586152925723487.post-11173813001359230512012-10-19T09:46:02.163-07:002012-10-19T09:46:02.163-07:00Jen! Good to hear from you..and Vince...like old t...Jen! Good to hear from you..and Vince...like old times :) And thanks.Rebecca S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16409572371302109142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133586152925723487.post-32275242490686384422012-10-19T09:44:45.059-07:002012-10-19T09:44:45.059-07:00Such a sweet story of your past. And the lullaby i...Such a sweet story of your past. And the lullaby is perfect, even for a grown up. I tend to not be able to quiet my mind at bedtime. It happened last night...ugh!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133586152925723487.post-625655861244796042012-10-19T08:35:28.522-07:002012-10-19T08:35:28.522-07:00But we women need that rock, and biology is there ...But we women need that rock, and biology is there for a reason, I should think. I don't think we can overemphasize the role exhaustion plays in our ability to function. I know that a good night's sleep(and now) made a world of difference to every bit of the life I lived back then. Those 'black holes' I spoke of were, perhaps, hyperbole for what they really were...extended periods of learning my limits as a mother, wife and woman. I was young, had never known what it was like to be pushed so far to the edge of what I could handle. There had always been an 'out' for me until then. I have always been a person who needs to sleep. Naps were an imperative. <br />And from a distance, a mother can only help her daughters to a certain degree. My mother was very open about her own experience as a young mother, and yes, that certainly helped me to assess my own situation properly...however, every family has its own dynamic to deal with. My parents had the attitude that I was a grown up now with a husband and I had better figure things out for myself, relying on the good tools and inner resources I had been given growing up. I'm a fairly optimistic person, except when badly in need of a good sleep, and I'm here, still happily married (more so) and fairly organized, too, so all those tough times did make me a stronger person. <br />As for diet, I had to stop drinking coffee completely when my kids were little. The caffeine made me agitated and likely to react badly to situations. Green tea was much better. I probably ate too many simple carbs at the time...I know I did.<br />Cheers, Vince. I hope I have answered your Q's. There's always the Irish to read between in your writing :) Rebecca S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16409572371302109142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133586152925723487.post-23447088776349588032012-10-18T23:59:05.988-07:002012-10-18T23:59:05.988-07:00I'd a think on this over night. Do you mind me...I'd a think on this over night. Do you mind me asking a few Q's. But let me set the stage a bit first. <br />Men, well this one anyway, tend to be a bit OCD and autistic. Our hormones incline us that way. Pattens and plans are our friends for they keep us away from too much mental confusion. We tend to become more a rock the rougher the sea. This is achieved by a focus on the narrower and narrower ever narrowing. Then we meet and breed with a woman and in our mind they move from outside other to become a part of our mental core. A bit like when you expect us to know what you are thinking, we've moved you to where we don't need to think on you anymore that we would an arm. But then you go haywire, we look at our arm in total confusion, try to understand and fix in our clumsy way.<br />OK to the Q's then. How much was due to the exhaustion of three kids under five, managing a home and being a helpmate to your man. And how much was hormonal in that you had an otherwise very healthy female body demanding with ever increasing insistence that you put it to use and get growing babies.<br />You see I think you women don't do each other any favours by not discussing this. Especially when a mother has had a form of 'depression' and doesn't tell her daughters that it's very likely they will be similar. <br />Well, for what it's worth, I think a good percentage has to do with diet. Of course that doesn't help matters if you are experiencing depression at the moment. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133586152925723487.post-61494061409898013472012-10-18T17:00:41.315-07:002012-10-18T17:00:41.315-07:00It's a beautiful lullaby. Much better than ro...It's a beautiful lullaby. Much better than rock-a-bye baby...happier ending.Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12573262524755768643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133586152925723487.post-20315331237415406062012-10-18T15:38:17.878-07:002012-10-18T15:38:17.878-07:00A lovely story.A lovely story.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com