Emotions
What is up with me? I am a pretty sensitive person anyway, I tend to cry at dramatic movies and will frequently cry through a novel. But these last two days have been so weird!!!!!!!!!!
I first noticed it last night after I read that Nana Upstairs, Nana Downstairs book. Then this morning I was going through more of the books and ended up finding my 2nd grade yearbook (totally weird, this is also the year my dad died) and got teary eyed looking at that (and for what reason I couldn't tell you!). Then I'm watching "Little Bill" with my preschooler this morning and it's about his grandma who gets stuck in Cincinatti on Christmas Eve and can't make it to their house and I find myself crying alongside Little Bill because he wants her to be there and she can't and it's not Christmas without her!
I'm hoping this will end soon, because I don't particularly enjoy crying at the drop of a hat. A doctor would probably tell me that it has nothing to do with anything that is happening around me, but probably an indication of something greater going on inside of me that I'm repressing. He's probably right. But do I want to go there?
Not now.
Thursday, December 11, 2003
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
Childhood Memories
I was going through a tub of books my mother-in-law had given to my three kids and was so surprised when I found a book that I had read and reread and loved as a child! It's called "Nana Upstairs, Nana Downstairs". I haven't read this book since I was probably a very young child, at least 8 or 9. But I readily recognized the cover and amazingly as I began reading it to my kids I could vividly remember the pictures and what ones would come next. And then I remembered how the story ended and before I knew it my eyes were full of tears and I was fighting hard to control the emotion.
You see, this book is about a little boy who has a grandmother and a great grandmother and every Sunday he would visit them. He would call his grandmother Nana Downstairs and his great grandma Nana Upstairs because she was very old and couldn't get out of bed. Well during the story Nana Upstairs dies and the little boy is very upset. And there is a picture of the little boy going to his mom in the middle of the night and her reaching out to him.
I'm not for sure, but I think I got this book a little before or maybe after my dad's death and maybe that was my fascination with the book..identifying with the young boy's grief. It is definitely not a happy story, but it has stuck in my heart all these years. It's interesting how it has resurfaced in my life.
Just wondering where God is going from here...
I was going through a tub of books my mother-in-law had given to my three kids and was so surprised when I found a book that I had read and reread and loved as a child! It's called "Nana Upstairs, Nana Downstairs". I haven't read this book since I was probably a very young child, at least 8 or 9. But I readily recognized the cover and amazingly as I began reading it to my kids I could vividly remember the pictures and what ones would come next. And then I remembered how the story ended and before I knew it my eyes were full of tears and I was fighting hard to control the emotion.
You see, this book is about a little boy who has a grandmother and a great grandmother and every Sunday he would visit them. He would call his grandmother Nana Downstairs and his great grandma Nana Upstairs because she was very old and couldn't get out of bed. Well during the story Nana Upstairs dies and the little boy is very upset. And there is a picture of the little boy going to his mom in the middle of the night and her reaching out to him.
I'm not for sure, but I think I got this book a little before or maybe after my dad's death and maybe that was my fascination with the book..identifying with the young boy's grief. It is definitely not a happy story, but it has stuck in my heart all these years. It's interesting how it has resurfaced in my life.
Just wondering where God is going from here...
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