Eighteen degrees in the sun at 1pm. Blustery wind and patchy sunshine. Feels unsettled. Carmine Superiore has about 75% occupancy today, with the continuing Easter stayers. There are also plenty of visitors stomping about.
There are some moments in life when it seems we are forced to grow up. Having been a passenger all my life, I'm suddenly confronted with being a car driver and all the responsibility that entails. With the keys in my hand and the children in the back I feel very grown-up (even though I don't yet quite have the licence), and it's quite scary.
Sometimes, as for us this week, several things happen all at once : a parent dies, perhaps, or someone or something comes along to change our way of life. And we wake up one morning in the certain knowledge that we have left behind the last vestiges of childhood. Now the luxury of dependency passes from us to someone else, and we find ourselves with their safety and their well-being in our hands.
Life changes and life moves on.
Monday, 24 March 2008
Growing up
Eighteen degrees in the sun at 1pm. Blustery wind and patchy sunshine. Feels unsettled. Carmine Superiore has about 75% occupancy today, with the continuing Easter stayers. There are also plenty of visitors stomping about.
There are some moments in life when it seems we are forced to grow up. Having been a passenger all my life, I'm suddenly confronted with being a car driver and all the responsibility that entails. With the keys in my hand and the children in the back I feel very grown-up (even though I don't yet quite have the licence), and it's quite scary.
Sometimes, as for us this week, several things happen all at once : a parent dies, perhaps, or someone or something comes along to change our way of life. And we wake up one morning in the certain knowledge that we have left behind the last vestiges of childhood. Now the luxury of dependency passes from us to someone else, and we find ourselves with their safety and their well-being in our hands.
Life changes and life moves on.
There are some moments in life when it seems we are forced to grow up. Having been a passenger all my life, I'm suddenly confronted with being a car driver and all the responsibility that entails. With the keys in my hand and the children in the back I feel very grown-up (even though I don't yet quite have the licence), and it's quite scary.
Sometimes, as for us this week, several things happen all at once : a parent dies, perhaps, or someone or something comes along to change our way of life. And we wake up one morning in the certain knowledge that we have left behind the last vestiges of childhood. Now the luxury of dependency passes from us to someone else, and we find ourselves with their safety and their well-being in our hands.
Life changes and life moves on.
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Anonymous said...
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Yes, us oldies know how you are feeling, we have been through this many times. Remember that nothing lasts forever and that all you need is time. Count your blessings, you have so many of these.
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Tuesday, 25 March, 2008
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Louise | Italy said...
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Yes, thanks to you oldies we do have very many blessings - too many to count. Thank-you for your thoughtful comment.
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Tuesday, 25 March, 2008
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Gypsy at Heart said...
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I still remember how frightened I was driving with my son in the car that very first time. My sense of responsibility went beyond driving with a newborn. It is just as you describe, a realization of the baton being passed on, of being the mother, of being the one responsible for the kid behind me. It was overwhelming but eventually it passed. La mère c'est moi.
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Wednesday, 26 March, 2008
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Gypsy at Heart said...
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Also, I'm sorry I've been away from your blog for so long. This disappearance will last a little longer until I get back to Houston. Forgive the absence. I miss reading you with the same frequency. Milena
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Wednesday, 26 March, 2008
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Louise | Italy said...
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:-)) see you soon. L
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Thursday, 27 March, 2008
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5 comments:
Yes, us oldies know how you are feeling, we have been through this many times. Remember that nothing lasts forever and that all you need is time. Count your blessings, you have so many of these.
Yes, thanks to you oldies we do have very many blessings - too many to count. Thank-you for your thoughtful comment.
I still remember how frightened I was driving with my son in the car that very first time. My sense of responsibility went beyond driving with a newborn. It is just as you describe, a realization of the baton being passed on, of being the mother, of being the one responsible for the kid behind me. It was overwhelming but eventually it passed. La mère c'est moi.
Also, I'm sorry I've been away from your blog for so long. This disappearance will last a little longer until I get back to Houston. Forgive the absence. I miss reading you with the same frequency. Milena
:-)) see you soon. L
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