Celebrating a new baby girl to our family. Congratulations James and Trisha.
I was a very sensitive child. I am a sensitive woman. I was a hurt and sad child more often then not. Also as a teen and young woman. I felt for others not just myself. When my parents cried I cried. I was overly aware and observant. I absolutely knew what hurt felt like, and loss. Tears meant more to me as a child. Tears didn’t just mean I didn’t get what I wanted. They meant real pain, neglect, misunderstood, trapped, lonely, scared. So many many times I cannot understand my sons blissfulness. He is happy a lot more then he is ever sad. It’s wonderful! With all the bad I have also received so much good. While I’m supposedly raising my son, I feel as if he is actually raising me at times. Teaching me. It blows my mind, it’s so beautiful. The happiness, kindness and innocence. Orin wanted to walk through the cemetery today. We drove into Seaside Cemetery in Blue Hill. As always kids have lots of questions. He learned that you do not have to be old to die. Now when I was a kid I enjoyed the peacefulness of the cemetery and how quiet it was. How sad it could be, but beautiful. Orin already knows how to be respectful and how I personally feel about keeping quiet and no climbing stones or leaning on them. He knows all of this. Orin is jogging lightly around this cemetery, touching the surfaces of textured stones and recognizing his alphabet. He is giggling with Charlie as he hides under fall bushes that have been beautifully pruned. I walk with my hands in my pockets looking down at the gravel because I recognize some of the names of people we have all lost in our past. For some reason this day it tugs a little at my heart strings. When I can no longer hear Charlie and Orin playing I look up and glance around to see my son has stopped what he has been doing and he is now looking up at this memorial/ head stone. I wait wondering what he is thinking about. He then steps closer and stretches his arms out turns his little head and embraces this stone. I hold back, my face is now confused and I ask Orin what he is doing.? He turns his head towards me and he tells me, “These are peoples loved ones and they need hugs to.” #lovemybabyboy 💙 #life