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Terri Abruzzo's avatar

Actually, as gratefully as I remember the comfort and safety of my mother’s nighttime welcome and embrace, I yearn even more for the days when I did the same for my sons. Truly no time ever seemed more right with the world than with one of my sweet boys tucked under my arm with a small head at the ready for kissing and laying my cheek upon.

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Asha Sanaker's avatar

Yes! What deep joy came in those moments.

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Tina Rowley's avatar

I really felt this one deeply today. Your exhausted, hungry struggler spoke right to mine. Warmth there. Thank you.

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Asha Sanaker's avatar

There is a book out there called Mother Hunger. I haven't actually read it yet, though I have listened to the author talk about it in several podcasts. I kept thinking about the notion while writing this. Is there any hunger more primal than the one we feel for our mother? Not mostly in my life, that's for sure.

Sending you lots of love.

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Jan Peppler's avatar

I'd love to watch the documentary you worked on, as the neuroscience is fascinating and memory, ah sweet Mnenosyne! In grad school we were told that that what we remember is never the experience itself but our last telling of the experience, our last memory of the experience. Which is to say, there's a little bit of the telephone game happening. I'm not sure if this is true - I don't remember the source on this. Only that memory becomes our story and so very often I find that while I insist my memory is correct, it isn't. But the details I remember have been important to my story for some reason and can be hard to let go, even if those details seem trivial (for example, Me: You were wearing a blue blazer when we met. Him: I've never owned a blue blazer) and even more so if the details seem paramount.

memory is tricky. and so are monkeys.

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Michelle Levy's avatar

Ah! My 9-year-old came into my bed at 2:30am just last week. She’d had a nightmare. I welcomed her warmly but inside I was cursing, because I suffer from

insomnia. I’d only turned the light off at 2:10 and we had an early morning appointment, and I knew I’d be a wreck. She sleeps in my bed maybe 4 times a year. She says it would be more if I’d let her… and if she wasn’t afraid I’d get mad. I better open to the possibilities more! These years will evaporate!

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Asha Sanaker's avatar

At a certain point, probably once they reached 5 or 6, my kids only slept with me if they were sick. I was never a great night time parent. I didn’t feel guilty about it then, but now I get a little wistful.

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