Fourteen years ago today, I was in the delivery room as my sober daughter had my only grand child. We were all afraid she would name him Pink Floyd. She named him Purple Haze. We call him Haze or Hazer. Sigh, and he is taller than me now. He and I went to see The Hobbit at the IMAX in 3D, it was awesome.
My oldest daughter is having her first child in a few months. On TV, and with my friends, everyone is so happy with the birth of a new baby in the family. Just thinking about it makes my blood pressure spike. The pain my daughter will feel when she has to go back to work and leave him. The pain and worry she will feel every time he is sick. Just the thought of him stubbing his toe on a tree root in the back yard makes my stomach hurt. My daughter would say "oh that's just life" but what I want to tell her and can't is that WHEN A NEW BABY COMES, LIFE BECOMES ONE HURT AND PAIN AFTER ANOTHER.
How awful for her that I am all used up. I can not invest all that "feeling" again......I can't even find all that "feeling" anymore. Wow, way to go Pam! Start off the new year whining.
OK. On the other hand, this could be the greatest year ever!