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Friday, February 1, 2008

Close to the Surface

Maggie and I already have so much in common - and she's only six months old! She likes to nap, I like to nap. She gets grouchy when you take her food away, I, too, have been known to be upset in a similar situation. She has a sassy sense of style, I... well, I dress her, so I guess that's all me. But the thing that I like best about my daughter is something that I am unable to do and that is her uncanny ability to feel her feelings. Little Baby Bipolar knows what she wants, when she wants it, and she's not shy about letting you know how she feels. I have been open hand slapped by her chubby little sticky formula encrusted paw at the end of feedings and say what you want - it wasn't an accident. The INSTANT she's had enough of the Exersaucer, she cries like she's making Sophie's Choice. And I LOVE IT.

As I might have mentioned before, I have a lot of feelings myself. And they're close to the surface, right there under my freckly, Irish skin. My feeling them... well, that's a whole different ball game. I like to talk about my feelings - I would be more then pleased to schedule a conference call with a friend long distance just to explain EXACTLY how I was feeling at one specific instant in my life (and I do sometimes - hi Whitney! I miss you!) but, even when I am deeply engrossed in conversation about how I feel... I'm not really feeling it. I have an out of body type relationship with my emotions and that's hard for me to admit. The soft squishy feelings I don't do so well and I'm trying to work on it, at the advanced age of 23 (I'm Irish Catholic and I hate everybody. Rage, I am good at). I don't want Maggie ever to think that it's not okay to cry or that she has to keep something from me because I don't "get" it or that I don't care because I do... so much so that I could cry, if I was into things like that. And I'm working on it, really, maybe even too much. People have begun to register complaints (Hi Caitlin! I love you!) that I have TOO many feelings - is there such a thing? How DO you strike a happy medium between being in touch with your feelings without covering other people in them? Do any loyal readers have any advice on this subject? Do I have loyal readers?

So feel your feelings, Baby Maggie. Because, in this life, to get to the great joy, you sometimes have to feel the great sorrow. And it's worth it, my little baby friend. SO worth it.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I need another blog!! I NEED ONE! My days have not been complete!