tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post7715580683295627539..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: How to honor your childElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-64913749061730060222013-08-16T17:52:35.620-07:002013-08-16T17:52:35.620-07:00I liked "We connect more authentically with a...I liked "We connect more authentically with a wider range of well-worn people. I tell my son often, 'We are the audience, not the oddity.'” Not that it always works that way by any means, but I'm reminded of a somewhat forlorn Thanksgiving when the family member for whom I had prepared an elaborate feast with us (yes, member singular, not plural----large gatherings are such sensory hell for my daughter, I don't give them)failed to show, so we went out and drove around with a stack of foil-wrapped plates of beautiful food, looking for some street people to give them to. Of course, that's one day when everyone has eaten. A dirt-encrusted homeless man wrapped in a blanket shook his head, refusing my offering, but then looked intently at Amelia with glittering eyes for a moment through the open window and said with a truly beatific smile, God bless you. It felt like such a Kindness! Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06318174928862120631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-51203719952554102402013-08-16T15:09:11.691-07:002013-08-16T15:09:11.691-07:00It is a beautiful honor. It is powerful and stoppe...It is a beautiful honor. It is powerful and stopped me in my tracks.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.com