tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279436999534880270.post4285514259463042054..comments2023-09-09T00:34:22.369-07:00Comments on toddlerspit: and through the woodsJen Schneiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05011052819704879104noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279436999534880270.post-85224981781112462802008-08-25T14:54:17.000-07:002008-08-25T14:54:17.000-07:00When you figure this one out, you can write the bo...When you figure this one out, you can write the book and go on tour and I'll be your manager. You'll be the hero of so many. But really, this is not meant to be totally sarcastic but to tell you...you are not alone in the Desire to Save...that desire is as real as you are your mother's daughter. It is in us, this need to caretake, and when we are forced to see it from the point of view of a very ill person whom we also care for so deeply...and have such a complicated relationship with...well, there is no Through now. There is only this forest. And the belief that, if you walk carefully, there will be the occasional clearing. Where you can breathe in safety and keep your feet on the ground and KNOW that only you have the power to find your way out. You may be alone when you do. There can be no carrying another through that dark place. But see what waits for you? See their smiles and their small hands reaching out for yours? <br>Nevermind this hand, which waits, remembering, knowing, loving, holding a stone of hope. For you.<br>-MSHAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com