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9.13.2011

Stories

There's not much of a privacy fence around Celia’s story, although we do try to avoid details that make the typical mommy memoir look like a discourse on a day at the beach.  I struggle some with the mix of real and embellished, a complicated ratio.  I admittedly remember big -- blurring lines, twisting truths, downplaying the rest.
She is not a vertical participant in the ongoings of our home, but she's here, part of what makes our home ours, our story shared.  And I write about the ongoings anyway, a task that checks my emotions and focuses my thoughts.  A way to, more than anything, magnify mirth.  
Most children move out of the sphere of their parent's story and into their own.  I'm not sure we ever had a story until she let us into hers.
JEB

2 comments:

  1. It's amazing how one's perspective on life and the preciousness of it is changed so dramatically when they are blessed by ones like Celia. Of course, I wish more than anything, that I could have learned the lessons I have learned without the loss involved.

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  2. You Celia is so beautiful. I love that the dog adores her as much as everyone else. Your stories, her story, her brothers' stories are all so touching, they make so many people stop and appreciate the world around them.

    Thank you for letting us glimpse even a slice of your life with Celia.

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