Sometimes I wondered why I was torturing myself by reading this book. It hurt, with a heaviness in the chest, to read. Oh, the thought of losing one's children. I kept reading because Didion expressed thoughts about parenting that I have not read elsewhere but can often relate to: that we never feel like we are successfully parenting, that sometimes we put barriers up between ourselves and our children to keep them at a bit of a distance.
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Book 33: Blue Nights
What greater grief can there be for mortals than to see their children dead. ~Euripedes

Sometimes I wondered why I was torturing myself by reading this book. It hurt, with a heaviness in the chest, to read. Oh, the thought of losing one's children. I kept reading because Didion expressed thoughts about parenting that I have not read elsewhere but can often relate to: that we never feel like we are successfully parenting, that sometimes we put barriers up between ourselves and our children to keep them at a bit of a distance.
Sometimes I wondered why I was torturing myself by reading this book. It hurt, with a heaviness in the chest, to read. Oh, the thought of losing one's children. I kept reading because Didion expressed thoughts about parenting that I have not read elsewhere but can often relate to: that we never feel like we are successfully parenting, that sometimes we put barriers up between ourselves and our children to keep them at a bit of a distance.
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2012,
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