Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Little Bird...

I have always loved Fiddler On The Roof ... My daughter watched it often with me, and loved it too. We also watched Jesus Christ Super Star, Hair, The King & I. Often. We had so many small joys in common and I cherished snuggling up to watch a classic, or discussing books we read. I suppose I am a bit melancholy right now - It happens. Some things that I do without her now, that we used to do together, have such a different meaning than when she was safe beside me.

This scene reminds me so much of her... if you haven't seen the movie, hard to explain, but I think many of us can relate to the sentiment. A parent's pain & confusion when a child goes against all they had hoped for the child.

6 comments:

Mom of Opiate Addict said...

Oh my, that was so very moving and made me cry. My heart aches for you and all those moments you miss with your daughter. I miss those special things I shared with my son also now when I do them alone. I just don't know what else to say...and if you knew me, you would know that doesn't happen very often.

Madison said...

When people suggest living in the present, sometimes it's just too hard. Looking back at the memories built and hoping forward is the only way to get through a night. I'm hoping that the new memories, the ones you are living through, soften with time and that your daughter gets well.

Gin said...

(((Athena)))

Syd said...

I am sorry for you and your daughter. But hopefully you will be able to share better things with each day. We can always make new memories if we choose.

Lou said...

They were our children before the addiction. You can't erase those memories, and I don't want to. What has happened has changed me, changed the family. I'm not going to wish it on anyone, but I have learned about honestly, compassion, faith, and grace because of it.

Annette said...

Fiddler is one of our favorites too! When H was about 8 years old we took her to a live performance in a big circus tent down in the city...she sat enraptured and that is one of my wonderful memories of her too. Seeing her little freckled face smiling and just staring, completely mesmerized. Living in the present is most of the time all I can manage because looking back at those precious precious memories is too painful. How did we get here? Baby pictures are the same thing. Those times were the best years of my life and I cherish them but I just can't let myself go there too often.