Gratitude-no more grief
Oh July! Where did you go? Was stunned to realise there are only 5 days left to go. Barely noticed significant dates like Bastille Day. You were cold, often rainy-homeless people would hate you!
So today I thought, again, of the relief I feel to no longer be trapped by grief/fear/depression or, according to the legendary psychologist I sought on this matter, "my adjustment disorder" since the awful pregnancy care experiences. I have the mental freedom to enjoy the delightful company of my son.
And delightful he is. Crawling, standing, shuffling sideways and quite obsessed with pulling books off the bookshelf. Today we visited 2 libraries, and at one he was quite taken with the revolving racks in the childrens section. In the second, he got caught up in the adult shelves, and only half hearted crawled down the aisle to follow me. He was in a great mood too, he's always in a fairly happy and placid mood (my Mum expressed awe at this 2 weeks ago, when we spent a busy afternoon together and she observed how good he was), but he was particularly cheerful today. He jumped and smiled in my sisters lap and that of her friend, he was cheerful on our walk to the library with my nephew, he played actively at my grandfathers and he giggled and chatted in the background as I talked to family members. So I love him, am absolutely thrilled and proud to have a placid happy sociable active child and looking forward to him maintaining that lovely spirit.
I still think I live in a lucky country, my 90 year old grandfather however, has trouble agreeing. I visited him today and asked him how he was. Terrible. What was the matter? He was old. He'd really had enough of his great age, today, was finding winter long, dreary and depressing and made me promise to bring Louis up to be financially and professionally responsible. He misses the era of John Howard, the oldies were so fond of him!
So today I thought, again, of the relief I feel to no longer be trapped by grief/fear/depression or, according to the legendary psychologist I sought on this matter, "my adjustment disorder" since the awful pregnancy care experiences. I have the mental freedom to enjoy the delightful company of my son.
And delightful he is. Crawling, standing, shuffling sideways and quite obsessed with pulling books off the bookshelf. Today we visited 2 libraries, and at one he was quite taken with the revolving racks in the childrens section. In the second, he got caught up in the adult shelves, and only half hearted crawled down the aisle to follow me. He was in a great mood too, he's always in a fairly happy and placid mood (my Mum expressed awe at this 2 weeks ago, when we spent a busy afternoon together and she observed how good he was), but he was particularly cheerful today. He jumped and smiled in my sisters lap and that of her friend, he was cheerful on our walk to the library with my nephew, he played actively at my grandfathers and he giggled and chatted in the background as I talked to family members. So I love him, am absolutely thrilled and proud to have a placid happy sociable active child and looking forward to him maintaining that lovely spirit.
I still think I live in a lucky country, my 90 year old grandfather however, has trouble agreeing. I visited him today and asked him how he was. Terrible. What was the matter? He was old. He'd really had enough of his great age, today, was finding winter long, dreary and depressing and made me promise to bring Louis up to be financially and professionally responsible. He misses the era of John Howard, the oldies were so fond of him!
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