romanticising
Anyone who knows me will tell you I've always been marvellous at romanticising things.
The way I see it, even the roughest edges of life can be made beautiful. All you need to do is look through a bus window with your headphones on, and play the title song from the saddest film you can remember.
This works best if it's raining, or if it's some time in the early evening, when you can trace your name on the glass in the fog of your breath, and imagine you are the main character on a long, bittersweet journey of self-discovery.
Today I realised this even works with infertility.
And why not?
You see, this afternoon, I read this piece of writing. And it got me thinking, it did.
It got me thinking about all of you, brave women, and about how much strength it takes to endure these things.
And because my husband is working overnight this evening, and I got to indulge the rare pleasure of eating out alone - and because there is no better place for a good fit of romanticising than the corner table in your favourite cafe with only your notebook as company - I realised something important:
That the reality of that strength is already beautiful.
It doesn't need to be romanticised.
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There certainly is enough pain strength and drama in any of our real life situations, that's for sure.
Well said. And so true.
here here!! and you're right, fisher Q - theres enough drama already.
I'm not prone to romanticising, certainly not IF. I do have a way of thinking up worst case scenarios. Not good.
That link is great. Perhaps I should translate it for my in-laws. :-)
I love that link, I am doing a copy/paste to my sister in law.
thanks for the compliments Meg...I'm also now enthralled in your story as well :)
I've been thinking about your blog since I read it this afternoon. I was on the run, trying to catch up on long overdue housework since I was taking the day off school to stay home with a sick stepchild, a problem child who sometimes drives me up a wall.
I sometimes give myself a lot of credit for raising a second family when it is so difficult. But your blog haunted my thoughts as the day progressed. You have the more difficult road, to want so much to have a family. You are one of those brave women of whom you speak.
It's tempting to joke about the dirty diapers, and the throw up, and backtalk and the headaches and the tears, and drugs and sex, and... and... and... and all those things that come with parenting. But the good times far outweigh the bad, and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world, either my own birth kids or my stepkids.
I do hope you can create the family that you want. Good luck and good journey.
Meg, I have to agree with, my sister, in both birth and in heart, that your blog entry was very haunting and thought provoking. I have always felt my sister was a super woman in many senses of the word and have always admired her courage. Like her you have faced adversity with great strength. I do wish you all the best and hope life brings happy things to you. Hugs!! Bonnie
That's a fantastic link, I'm going to share it around.
FYI I believe that comment on my blog is from my brother-in-law's girlfriend who is angry because I refered to her as annoying once. Pretty pathetic hey.
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