The greatest gift I believe I've given my children is one another. How difficult it is to fathom, to describe, the deconstruct all this, the commonplace bonds of blood....We are like matrioshka dolls, one inside another. There is a sense of connection as powerful as rope---or those chains around the ankles that convicts wear when they're shuttled to and from prison. Lifelong, irreversible, accidental connection is like that. You can pick your nose, as one of my kids once told me, but you cant pick your family. Yet they are me. I am them. I say that now, knowing how different we are, knowing that some of us have almost nothing to say to one another that doesn't start with the word "Remember." I say that knowing that sometimes we have been enstranged, angry, uncaring. But I suppose that is part of it, too. It is easier to be cavalier when there is a bond that can never be broken....That is why we can never really lose them, or we have lost our history, our past, a part of ourselves that we cannot do without.
xoxo -Candis
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